Dear Loved One:
By now you probably already know that I am having an affair with the youngest of your daughters. Itís not like I planned this to happen, but I couldnít help it, she is younger, sexier, prettier and easier. Yes, she is easier than you, and this is a moment in my life when I just want that. I got tired of you playing hard to get. You are just too complicated, with your inner conflicts and your multiple personality disorder trying to be everything to everyone. You just canít please everybody you know?