Today’s prompt is about letter-writing. They want me to write a letter to a friend or family member.

No, if I was to write something, it’d be to a few folks who were supervisors during my lean years.

I’d started down a whole thing, trying to forgive, asking for forgiveness, myself, but, no, I’m not going to do that. I was treated horribly, and I reacted badly to that. Why should I write apologies?

Instead, perhaps I should just bits of notes to some of those who are to blame.

Dear M.,

There’s really not a lot I have to say. I hope you’re physically-well, and the same for your throng of kids. I also hope that you can look at yourself in the mirror as you straighten your tie against your off-colored collar. You know who else insisted in dressing like that?

Dear D&T,

I really do apologize. I was a mess, and that was largely due to some of the things that were going on with my health. It’s not easy doing work that’s not really your forte, while trying to get a wife through college, and dealing with a body that’s completely going crazy. How you handled dispatching me is still a bit of a sore subject, but I kind of understand, I guess. You did do the wrong thing by not bringing me on full-time after I’d done what I’d agreed to od. I understand that that might have been out of your control, but, still, paying for all of my insurances with after-tax dollars, as well as just getting paid less when everyone else was on vacation. Yes, I got time off, but I just got less money.

Dear D.,

I did what I could, but there’s only so many miracles I could have worked iwth the tools provided. I told you how I could get things done, but you were unwiling to make any changes. I hope your agricultural product sales are going well; it’s the sort fo work to which you are suited.

Dear L., et. al.

I hope you’re doing well selling streaming devices you hack so you can get HBO Now trials forever. Those sorts of skills are worht more than the ten bucks a month the services cost. For those of up here, well, come at me. No, you’re not brave enough to punch a disabled guy. I know you really want to do that. I get it.

So, yeah, there’s a lot negative I could say, but I’m tired of trying to piece it all together. It does give me an idea of who I’d actually speak to, at least.