How Much Do You Love Us?

Dear Lovers,

As you may or may not have noticed, we haven't updated this site in 364 days. That's sad. Or maybe it's not. Either way, it's time we admit that we seem to have outgrown our obsession with breakup letters. Don't get us wrong, we still love them but not enough to dedicate as much time as we do to our other projects and hot girls.

So here's the thought. We still believe this site is a goldmine that could thrive on and should definitely be one of those books you see in Urban Outfitters. But we need some new blood to get us there. And for this we need a new leader.

So if you love breakup letters, know a thing or two about running a website (We use blogger for shits sake) and think you have a passion for this, then drop us a line: eclosure - at- gmail.com

We'd love to chat further about it.

In the meantime, we love you all.

Xo
Charles + Dwayne

CASE # 104: Masochistic Femme Fatale + Brooklyn Boy

SUBMITTED BY: Masochistic Femme Fatale

INFO:
A HORRIBLE LOVE ONLY THE COPS COULD STOP (and did)
Born&Bred Bklyn Boy(Bbbb)/Masochistic Femme Fatale(mff)
1 yr of horrible & turbulent hell speckled with only a masochist’s appreciation and sometimes awkward and disturbing joy

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Dear Bbbb,

Our relationship was not a box of chocolates but more a box from Pandora herself. Mysteries, secrets, puzzlement, and brainteasers leaving one with the $4,000 question, "who the f^$% are you dude!", only magicians could pull out of a hat what you could pull out of a minute! The saddest part is you were the most manipulating disaster worker out there yet I know you can't even read this without help with your eight grade knowledge. How could an intelligent creature such as myself I could fallen for a guy with only a middle school education at most. But it ended up being your swagger, your cute Brooklyn accent, and all the presents you showered upon me night and day that titillated that oh so wonderful G spot that hijacked my brain to make stupid and oh so lustful decisions. I didn't even like you at first. In fact you reeked of trickster the first minute you opened your mouth and the words "howwww youuuu dooooin" fell out. In fact my solar plexis did a back flip from Borough Hall to Wall Street faster then the express train. You were synonymous with the word WRONG WAY, but it only took a bad dating experience that got me to take that left inside of the right! You knew it too and even though you didn't know much about integrity you made up for it in perseverance. I guess predators have to. So you finally got me and made me your neighborhood girl and everyone would know including your wife, yeah the one you were "separated" from. But it turns out you found the only submissive Latin woman in the borough that overlooked your scandalous ways and hence I believed your story. I even stood by you when Ms. Thang from Queens showed up wanting the last thing I could even imagine hearing over the phone from the other other woman... a requested DNA test...which came out positive. As I write this letter now, I feel like I am writing a script for the Jerry Springer show, but no it just happened to be a reality you brought to my life. You turned me into everything ugly and horrible that I never knew I could own. You turned my life, my apartment, my checking account upside down. And when you finally tried to get the best of me, all of my instinct to fight back saved my life. Now I am stronger, wiser, bolder, and more articulate as to whom I am, what I want to write and create in my life script. I used to have a writer's block, but now you opened up the flood guts baby! As you get the final look of me on that back of a book you will try to convince whoever you are now manipulating with the words "I used to date that girl" and I will never ever think about you again, unless I decide to consult on an article regarding sociopaths. Too bad the courts let you keep walking the streets for stalking and assaulting me. I know one day they will get you for something much more serious. You are never going to change. I pray for the safety of all women that they don't cross your path. AMEN! I never thought I could become so delusional because of a man but it wasn't until I realized I was dating a demon that I forgave myself.

-Have fun in your future home,
Rikers Island, Bbbb

OUR SEX IS ON FIRE.

Hey Kids,

It's been three months since we last spoke. Which means many of you have had some memorable relationships that have englufed themselves in failure. So please, share them with us. We're here. Really.

All our love,

Charles + Dwayne