Six weeks ago our PARENTS told me you're leaving the country. Since then I called you 20 times and got one lame message back. On the land line. I was, predictably, not home. You didn't tell me when you were leaving, or why, or anything about it , or even if you're coming back for the so-delightful wedding. As far as I can tell, you don't want to talk to me. Maybe you were afraid I'd be mad (I wasn't, though I'm righteously pissed off NOW) or sad or upset (yes). But instead you hid from your choices like a child lying about who knocked over the milk. All your magical thinking won't make this better. Instead, you've left me to conclude that you don't care enough about our relationship to put any effort into keeping it up. Or maybe you just don't trust me enough to tell me important things about your life. Or maybe you've decided I'm not important enough for you to take the time to tell about your life. I know you're at our parents' house doing very little for three weeks and you still can't make the time to call. You can't take the time to say goodbye to my children, who are completely bewildered by your leaving. And I can't think of a single kind way to open this subject with you. Either you're acting like a naive child, or you're trying to hurt me, or you don't care about me in this situation.
So good job taking your questionable but legitimate adult decision about your life and turning it into a relationship-destroying disaster. Keep up the good work and you'll save me a fortune in postage and phone calls!
-In all seriousness, I kep trying to write her an email and they all come out as "I don't know why you can't be bothered to talk to me your own self but... What the hell? Is this what you want? You want to piss me the hell off and never talk to me again? Do you even give a fuck? I can't tell."