A/N: I forgot that I couldn't use email addresses in documents in FP. So I hope the way I've done it still makes sense.


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To: jthomas(at)gmail(dot)com

From: k_flynn(at)yahoo(dot)com

Date: 3 July 2009 04:47AM

Subject: WHY?

Dear James,

I know we said we wouldn't keep in touch. I know we both agreed to make an official break. I know we had to end. And yet, here I am, sitting in my room. The sun is ready to come up. I'm on my second bottle of wine. I think I've smoked an entire pack of smokes, or at least I will once this is over. I'm on my way to being drunk. I'm on my way to coughing up a lung. I'm on my way to another sleepless night…

And I miss you. And no, it's not me being drunk that has led me to this, although it doesn't hurt. It's me still being in love with you. A year has passed and you're still all I think about.

And I hate it! I hate myself for this. I hate myself for feeling this way all the time, every day, every minute… it kills me to want you so much, so deeply, so selfishly. Why can't you be mine? Why couldn't you choose me? Why couldn't we be?

I was remembering that night in Bali… you know the one. We were lying on the hammock, the infamous hammock of many sexploitive injuries, and my head is on your shoulder, my hand is on your chest, your hand is on my hand and I said, 'our heartbeat is in sync' and you said, 'that's because we're basically one person.'

God… just remembering that, just knowing I thought that was our defining moment makes me want to kill myself. Makes me want to vomit. Makes me want to punch that stupid girl's head because she was so dumb. So dumb. She believed you. I believed you. I believed us and I fell for that stupid fucking line just like I fell for you and I hate that I love you so much, that I loved you so much, and you still chose her.

I hate that I wasn't beautiful enough for you. I hate that I wasn't sophisticated, graceful, humble, every fucking good virtue out of the Wonderful Wife Handbook that you obviously wanted so fucking much, but most of all, I hate that I feel this way. When you left, my days and nights were filled with wondering if I was too fat for you, wondering if I was too loud, too blunt, too tactless, too mean? Did I embarrass you? Did I make you feel less of a man? Was I just not enough???

I hate that you make me feel this way. I hate that I could give you so much of myself only to have you reject it for someone else. Someone better. Someone not me.

You have no idea how much that hurts, to be standing in front of someone you love with all of you, with everything you are, to believe they feel the same way and then have them refuse you. Reject you. Dump you. I wish you had just shot me dead. At least it would have been quick and painless.

I use to love myself. I use to love being me. I use to be so confident and self-assured. I use to have dignity. I was proud of who I was and what I could do, but not as proud as I was to be yours.

But now it's gone.

Now you're gone.

I wish I never met you.


To: k_flynn(at)yahoo(dot)com

From: jthomas(at)gmail(dot)com

Date: 10 July 2009 21:36PM

Subject: Re: WHY?

Dear Katherine

I hate to say this, I hate to even reply to this because I feel your email was so personal and private but you appear to have the wrong email address.

I know, I know… upon seeing your email and not recognizing the address I shouldn't have opened it, I definitely shouldn't have read it and out of respect for your privacy, I should not be replying. But I hated to think you might be sitting at your computer waiting for a response.

So I'm sorry, I truly am, because I wish your James had read it. I wish he had read it and felt like a piece of shit like I did upon reading it and realising I've probably been that guy. I've no doubt been that guy with that girl, leading them to believe they meant something so much more than they actually were only to end it and not look back.

But I've also had my heart broken. And if I can give you advice, if you would accept it… this too shall pass. You will heal. There is no one great love of one's life. This is not the be all and end all. You will be whole again. It is all cliché, but it is all true.

And another thing… he's miserable. I promise you that.

I wish you all the best,

John Thomas

To: jthomas(at)gmail(dot)com

From: k_flynn(at)yahoo(dot)com

Date: 11 July 2009 12:12PM

Subject: Re: Re: WHY?

Mr Thomas,

I actually don't accept your advice. Why would I? You don't even know me and I sure as hell don't know you. You're right. You shouldn't have read my email. You should have clicked delete the moment you saw Dear James. JAMES. Not John. James.

Besides, why would I take advice from a person named after a penis?

All the best,

Ms. Flynn

To: k_flynn(at)yahoo(dot)com

From: jthomas(at)gmail(dot)com

Date: 13 July 2009 20:21PM

Subject: Re: Re: Re: WHY?

Dear Ms. Flynn,

I suppose I must apologise again then. I am sorry. But like I said, I responded to your pain and I guess it is professionally engrained in me to at least try to help heal. It won't happen again.

Also, my father's name was John. I am named after him and he was far from being a penis. Although he could be an asshole sometimes, just like my brothers, but that's neither here nor there.

Yours faithfully,

Dr. John Thomas

To: jthomas(at)gmail(dot)com

From: k_flynn(at)yahoo(dot)com

Date: 20 July 2009 21:04PM

Subject: I'm sorry

Dear John, (God… how fitting is that title?)

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to be such a bitch - an ungrateful bitch at that, as I should be thanking you for receiving the email. Thinking it over, I realise how mortified I would be right now if he had read it instead. I could just imagine him and his perfect new girlfriend having a great big perfect laugh at how pathetic his ex-girlfriend is while they share a perfect glass of red wine, in their perfect new house, with their perfect new dog, before they go to their perfect bed and have perfect sex.

Right… sorry again. I've found you're the only one I can rant to without getting sad eyes, such as the one's from my friends, family, work colleagues, the pervy guy in the dairy, etc… they all look at me like I'm about to slit my wrists any second and I'm not. Don't worry, Doc. I'm perfectly anti-suicide!!! I'm just sad. But I guess you know all that via our initial reason for meeting… well… cyber-meeting at least.

Thank god for the internet… that I can spill all my problems to a complete stranger and said stranger not having the ability to set a restraining order on me, let alone charge me for his time.

However, you can direct my emails to your SPAM folder, which I highly recommend considering the start of my week. It's all down hill from here.

So if it's okay with you, or your inbox, you're going to be my rant-receptor. I'd keep a diary, but what can I say? I like an audience… she says without the inclusion of any sexual innuendo whatsoever.

Thanks for listening… reading… whatever.


To: k_flynn(at)yahoo(dot)com

From: jthomas(at)gmail(dot)com

Date: 24 July 2009 22:04PM

Subject: Fire away…

Dear Katherine,

Like I said, I'm a doctor. I'm here to help. Or at least try.

I hate those looks… those sad eye looks; those 'you're pathetic' looks. Even worse are the indifferent looks. The looks that say 'why are you even talking to me?' The looks that make you feel like nothing.

But they will pass… just like everything. I hope that's not going to be the only advice I can offer. It'll make me a bit redundant don't you think?

But yes, I know those looks and as much as I hate them too, at least a good portion of them are from someone who cares about you, right? They know how hurt you are, they know you deserve sympathy and they hope you know they are there for you when you need them.

Like me.

So tell me about him. You might as well.


To: jthomas(at)gmail(dot)com

From: k_flynn(at)yahoo(dot)com

Date: 31 July 2009 21:51PM

Subject: Re: Fire away…

Dear John,

So what kind of doctor are you anyway? Don't they tell you that when it's too soon to dredge up the tragic past of your patient's life, don't?

But then, I've already done that haven't I? Spilled my soul to you. So why stop now?

James Thomas.

What kind of description can I give that won't make me sound completely biased by love? I guess none.

He was so very much NOT my type. He was the complete opposite of everything I go for. You have to understand, I'm a rebel by heart. I was always the black sheep of the family. I chose wrong and I stood by it. And I suppose I can cop out and blame the 'middle child' syndrome for that.

My older sister, Eve, is a successful lawyer. Very successful and very beautiful. She's sophisticated and smart and everything my father wanted in a child. My younger sister, Alice, is a dancer. Excuse me… a ballet dancer. She's been all over the world, she's also very beautiful and everything my mother wanted in a child.

And then there's me and I'm… well… not a lawyer, not a dancer and not by any means beautiful but to make up for it I can be… pretty determined. Loudly determined one might say. I'm a bit too bold, a bit too brash, a bit too reckless… a bit too everything really. A bit too chunky, a bit too emotional, a bit too passionate, a bit too aggressive… I could never get it right.

So when Eve was dating sophisticated lawyers, and Alice was bringing home sensitive artists… I was dating Quinn who sold motorbikes and was put away for fraud or David, the insurance salesman who in the year we were together never told me he had a wife and kids.

I dated every loser under the sun and the more my family disapproved, the more determined I was to stay in the relationship.

And then there was James. Not a loser, at least not then. He's a veterinarian. My dog, who had swallowed my sister's wedding ring, was his patient and we met and I fell…

Come on! He helps animals. Like I was ever going to say no to that.

It's so dumb when I think back on it like this. We were really good together, you know? At least I thought so. We were one of those disgusting couples that are always in sync, finishing each other's sentences. That would make out in the aisles of supermarkets. That knew what the other wanted to eat. That just… knew. And yet we'd argue too. We'd have monster arguments that I was way too stubborn to give in to, even if he was right, every time… but then we'd make love. And that made it all worth it.

I don't know. We fit. I loved him. I thought he loved me back. He gave a very good impression of it anyway. He was exceptionally kind. A bit too kind really. I had to say no for him sometimes… and doesn't that just make me sound like a controlling bitch? But he was sweet, he was funny… he was the quiet to my loud, he was the beautiful to my bawdy… I really thought we were meant to be.

Little did I know, these were some other woman's thoughts too, except, unlike me, she was right. I was wrong. So wrong.

And now they're having a baby together… did I mention that?

Some things are just NOT meant to be. And some things are. I just wish it didn't hurt so much - finding out which is which.


To: k_flynn(at)yahoo(dot)com

From: jthomas(at)gmail(dot)com

Date: 2 August 2009 15:46PM

Subject: I see…

Dear Katherine,

First off, I'm a paediatrician; so the only trauma I have to deal with are the screaming mothers and the fainting fathers. Sometimes the other way around. But you're right; the advice I give my patients is more focussed on their breathing and to let me handle the rest.

I wish I could offer you the same. If only I could order you to concentrate on your breathing and leave the rest up to me. Because then I could hunt down your James, hold a knife to his balls and make him answer all the questions you have and make sure he knows he's scum because nobody should bring a baby into the world like that… in that environment. Does he not realise that every time he looks at his kid he's going to remember the other woman… you. He's going to recall how he broke you, how he betrayed your love, your trust, how he was such a liar. Does he not realise that this new woman, the mother to his child, is going to be thinking the same things?

Because you see, I've been him. I've cheated. I've been scum, but I didn't dwell on it because I knew I was getting away with it. And then I was found out. And then when the exact same thing happened to me, I was the victim and hypocritically enough, I felt betrayed.

It's so stupid, cheating. Why can't people just be honest with each other? Why don't they realise that it destroys, ACTUALLY DESTROYS, lives… homes… hearts. It's a wonder anyone can ever love again when they've had their hearts ripped out like that.

I've loved… to distraction. And then my eye wandered, and instead of telling her I may be interested in someone else and I think I want to find out if it could be more… I think it might be more… I did it behind her back instead and broke her heart. So I traded in true love for a new love to which she turned around and did the exact same thing to me.

Once a cheater, always a cheater. And I deserved it. Karma is a bitch and there is no going back.

So if you think he isn't going to hurt like you hurt, think again. Cheaters always get their just desserts. Trust me.


To: jthomas(at)gmail(dot)com

From: k_flynn(at)yahoo(dot)com

Date: 13 August 2009 17:37PM

Subject: Re: I see…

Right. Just desserts. I see. Well, your god must be better than mine because his just desserts are pretty fucking sweet if you ask me. What, a beautiful wife, a beautiful baby, a beautiful house, a family!!!

That was my dream too. That was my offer to him. But he didn't want it from me and now I have nothing with nobody!

Just a faceless email address who also cheated on his girlfriend!

To: jthomas(at)gmail(dot)com

From: k_flynn(at)yahoo(dot)com

Date: 13 August 2009 22:48PM

Subject: As I was saying…

Sorry about that. It was another bad day for me. I'd just found out my dog is having puppies. From another vet, thankfully. Could you imagine the scene that could've been??

Actually, I guess that IS something I can be grateful for: new places. I was able to move, leave, disappear… and there is always a new vet. It's a female doctor this time, which is something else I can be grateful for I suppose. That's the last thing I need right now - falling for another veterinarian.

Puppies. Yep, real convenient for me, considering my landlord doesn't even know I have THIS dog, much less 8 or 9 more, and I have no time to look after them. I don't even know what breed they'll be as my bitch (very fitting title!!) is a Jack Russell and the only other dog I've seen around here is a Lab… I can't even imagine how they would pull that off… I just didn't need this right now.

And it's not so much the puppies that piss me off, it's not my dog at all, it's the fact that there's another change attacking my life and I'm not ready for it. I'm not prepared for it. And I hate that I can't accept this new thing.

You know, I use to be able to do anything. I use to take on the world, head on. Bring it on. Do your worst. I dare you…

Now… I'm hesitant about everything. I don't want to get hurt again. The last big chance I took stole my heart and now I'm not ready to give anything more.

Why am I so scared of everything? It's not me. Where have I gone? When am I coming back?

I think that's what I hate most of all, that in giving my heart away I gave everything else of me away too. And now I'm this new person trying to find herself and not liking the results.

I miss her, the other me. She would know what to do with 9 puppies. Present day me? I'm freaking out!

And I didn't mean to belittle your relationship experiences. You're helping me. Truly. Because I do sometimes like to think that he regrets it. I do like to think that he misses me. That I wasn't as easy to let go as he made it. And despite my bouts of psycho-anger-bitch, I hope he doesn't regret the kid. I would never want to be the one to wreck a family like that. An innocent kid should not suffer the consequences of its parent's mistakes. I truly hope I am just an afterthought when it comes into the world. It's hard enough being a neglected kid when your parents DON'T have the excuse of a past love.

Which is another thing I miss about him… he understood me. He understood me and my family and our dynamic. He got me. He got us. And whenever I would come home after being emotionally beaten to a pulp by my mother, after a full day of her asking why I don't have a proper job, that yes, a chef is a job, but it's not your restaurant is it? About why I don't wear better clothes, because if you don't clean yourself up soon, James is gonna leave you…

Well, she called that one, didn't she? But at least after that, James knew how to soothe me. And it was easy. A simple, 'I love you. Don't ever change.' That was enough. That did it.

I'm either incredibly easy or incredibly stupid or both.

I believed him. And now he's with someone else.

Tell me to shut up. Seriously. I make myself sick; I can't imagine how you must be feeling.


To: k_flynn(at)yahoo(dot)com

From: jthomas(at)gmail(dot)com

Date: 16 August 2009 16:21PM

Subject: Not sick at all!

I think it's good for you to get this all out. If not to me then to someone else. Because it can't live inside you. It's poisonous – all this regret, all this self-hate, all this doubt – it's toxic and it will kill you if you don't release it.

I can confidently say the weakness wasn't in you - it was in him. All him! If he can give you up, if he can reject you like that - all you had to offer him - then he's the sick one. He's greedy and selfish and if he doesn't regret you then he never deserved you in the first place.

What I haven't told you is, this girl, this girl I cheated on… she was my other half. She was… is the love of my life. I don't think I'll ever love anyone the way I loved her. And I threw it all away because I let my dick do the thinking.

It was nothing more than that. It wasn't that she wasn't good enough for me – because she was. Better than me in every way. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty enough or sophisticated enough or patient enough… it was because I wasn't enough. I wasn't good enough for her. She deserved so much better than me and thinking back, with all this time to see clearly, it was all me. I was just that stupid. I was just that blind. I'm a typical man after all.

I wish I could take it back. Take back that day when I looked at another… thought about another… did so much more…

If I had one wish it would be that. Not world peace, not an endless bank account, not three more wishes… but that I never strayed. That I never did that to her. That I never caused her pain.

What are your thoughts on forgiveness?

Because I would give anything… everything in the world for this girl to forgive me. If I knew precisely what to do, I would do it, in a heartbeat… if only to have her look at me again. If only to be near her again.

What could I possibly do to have her forgive me??

To: jthomas(at)gmail(dot)com

From: k_flynn(at)yahoo(dot)com

Date: 22 August 2009 23:11PM

Subject: Forgiveness?

I remember the moment I knew I would never love anyone like I loved him. It was just one of those things… one of those times after we'd made love, after we were lying together, sweaty, panting, breathing each other's air and he bent his head to my chest and kissed the spot where my heart should be and looked into my eyes and whispered, 'mine.' It wasn't a question. It wasn't a request. It was fact. Statement. Universal truth.

And I knew. Yes. It is yours. My heart is yours. Of course it is. As if you ever needed to ask. As if you ever needed to voice it out loud. As if we didn't know already. My heart belonged to him… end of story.

You ask about forgiveness.

There's the time when I was lying in bed, sick as a dog, ugly as hell and he walks into my room with soup and a new box of tissues as if I'm not the most disgusting, contagious thing in the world and instead of yelling at him to get out like I want to, I sneeze and snot is flying everywhere and he wipes my nose and holds a tissue to it while I blow and I'm thinking, 'Jesus, if he can love me after this, then I'll know it's for real', and then he kisses me, actually kisses me, with mucus and all sorts of other unmentionables on my face and then he feeds me soup. We'd barely been going out 6 months and he's got my snot on his lips and I'm thinking, that's love. Right there. Forever.


Maybe. For those good memories alone, maybe I could forgive one day. But the pain… the betrayal… the absolute numbness… the loss… the emptiness… it may have taken him minutes to break up with me, but the hurt is… this hurt seems endless. The good may outweigh the bad, but I'm not much of an optimist. I can't even sneeze without thinking of him. I can't eat soup. I can't even take off my clothes without him in my fucking head. How fair is that?

Forgiveness. I'm sorry, but I just can't see that far into the future yet.

And if he ever asked to come back… I like to think I'd be strong enough to say no, to say have a good life, all the best for the future, I wish you well… but I'm just not there yet. Because I literally ache to have him in my arms. I'm still at the stage where I'll probably do anything for him because a piece of me is missing.

Forgive? Not yet. Forget? Never. But try?

It's something I'm not going to torture myself over because he's not coming back. He's having a baby… had… I don't even know anymore… I don't want to know. I'd die if I knew… but he's not mine. I know that much. So why spend hope thinking about it?

But for you… I hope your girl does forgive you in time. Even though I know my own heart, doesn't mean I know anyone else's.

And maybe she will be grateful. Maybe she will thank whatever god she believes in that you want her back. That you're so desperate for her. That you think about her at all. Maybe you'd be doing her a favour. Maybe you'd be putting her out of her misery.

Then again, maybe she'll make you suffer.

I'm glad I'm not faced with that decision yet, cause I don't know what I'd choose.


To: jthomas(at)gmail(dot)com

From: k_flynn(at)yahoo(dot)com

Date: 29 August 2009 10:00AM

Subject: Re: Forgiveness?

Don't tell me… you're away. You've begged her forgiveness and she forgave you and now you're both away on honeymoon. Thank god for happy endings, huh?

If that's the case, please let me know and I'll stop holding my breath for a reply.

… actually, I do hope that's the case. If only to know another human being is happy in this world. Meanwhile… I'll just keep writing into cyberspace.


P.S I don't suppose you two want a puppy? Or 9??

To: k_flynn(at)yahoo(dot)com

From: jthomas(at)gmail(dot)com

Date: 20 September 2009 12:26 PM

Subject: Forgiveness

Dearest Katherine,

So there's a few things I may have omitted… and a few things I point blank lied about. You'll probably hate me for all of them… but here it goes:

Firstly, I am working on her forgiveness. Desperately.

You see, all this time, I didn't know where she was. I was too scared to find out, because I'd have to ask her family and although they liked me at the time, they think I'm absolute pond scum now. Because her family loves her, very much. And the fact that I hurt her, the fact that I made her shed one tear – they believe I should be garrotted.

She thinks they think her a waste of their time, but they don't. Quite the opposite in fact. They're proud of her. They think she is amazing and I'm right there with them. And they are VERY protective of her. You have no idea how hard it was to get an address, hell, to get a kind word. But I think I must have proved how much of myself I'm willing to give in order to get her forgiveness and they relented. So I have her address. Now for the hard part.

Secondly… and please don't stop reading after this… but secondly, what I didn't tell you was that when I cheated on her, my love, my heart, the girl I cheated with became pregnant. And stupidly, I believed it was mine. I should've known better because I knew she was a liar but it was a lie I found out too late. Too, too late.

She lied to keep me. She continued lying to keep me, so much so I fell for this little unborn child, hard. That when I finally found the truth I actually considered staying. I didn't love her, but I loved this child… this child that wasn't mine… this innocent child that ruined my life… I would've been happy in a loveless marriage because of this unknown kid…

Now she has reconciled with the actual father and I am free. I am free to pursue the one I love. I'm going to lie at her feet and promise anything, ANYTHING, if only she'd give me a chance. If only she'd let me speak to her. If only to see her face again. I am going to give her all of me and promise, swear, cross my heart and hope to die, that I will never do anything to hurt her again.

And thirdly… lastly… my last betrayal, my last lie:

Your email went to the right address that night. I'm not a paediatrician and my name isn't John.

You see, I remember a time too. I remember sitting at home, lonely, broken, wondering how I could possibly go on with life when I only have half of myself – when I loved and lost the woman of my dreams. When I loved and lost a baby. How could I possibly live with such a yearning, with this ache that only alcohol was able to appease… and then I opened an email and I found light again. It was like I had been granted a second chance. It was how I found hope.

So now I hope. I hope I can see her. I hope she will accept me. I hope she will forgive me, for everything I've done. And one day, I hope I will be worthy of her.

Because I love her, with all of my being, with all that I am and in exactly a week's time, when I knock on her door, I hope she will open it… if only to throw something at my head.

I love you, Katherine. I always have, I always will. Please forgive me.

Yours… always and forever yours,


To: jthomas(at)gmail(dot)com

From: k_flynn(at)yahoo(dot)com

Date: 27 September 2009 23:22PM

Subject: Re: Forgiveness

Dear James,

Get ready to duck, you bastard.




A/N: This must have been hard to read. I'm sorry. But if you endured it, thank you!! I swear, it looked much prettier in Microsoft Word! Different fonts and everything... Thanks again!!