Dear John, 

I’ll always remember that summer day when I was standing in the laundry room minding my own business. I was washing the kids clothes. It was actually a good day & I was happy. I turned around & there you stood. I hadn’t seen or heard from you in months. Do you remember how I jumped because you had startled me? My son must have told you where we were living because all I had was the cell phone & I know you couldn’t have looked me up in the phone book. Thinking back; I should have ignored you & went back into my apartment. Unfortunately I didn’t, I was actually glad to see you.

You came over to ask me if your son could stay with us for a “short period of time” because you were moving. You knew that I always loved your son. Hell, even before I ever met you he spent more time at my house than he did at home. I guess you must have caught me at a weak moment because I said yes. Actually I felt sorry for the kid because I knew he lived such a bad life. The apartment you lived in was unfit for a rat, yet alone any human being. I suppose I was happy for you & your son that you were moving to a new place & trying to better yourself.

I think that before you ever even asked me you knew I wouldn’t turn the poor kid away. I remember I told you he could stay for a short while until you got settled as long as you provided his food & living expenses. He didn’t have much to bring with him when he moved in. The poor kid never even had his own bed. Your son & my son both wore the same size of clothes. My son was very generous & would literally give someone the shirt off his back. How ironic, he actually did. He gave many of his shirts to your son. He also gave him underwear, pants, socks, and shoes.

I guess the part that really confuses me is how it ended up being a package deal. It took awhile before I realized that you had moved in too. Before I knew it I was paying the rent, buying all of the groceries, cooking, cleaning & taking care of both of you. You never asked if you both could move in. Looking back, I can clearly see that you used your son to get your foot in the door. You worked a very good paying job; yet you never pitched in a dime for rent or food. Hell, you never even bought a roll of toilet paper. The car you drove was a piece of crap & I let you use my car to get back & forth to work. I wonder what you did with all of your money because I never saw a dime of it. I must have had S.T.U.P.I.D stamped on my forehead.