Her Distraught Daughter

Dearest Well-meaning but Misguided Mama: Against your cruel wishes I married Jake, and true to your words, a big mistake. Then I met Mr. Right whom you called a jerk and pointed out his every smallest quirk. So I dropped him, though it broke my heart and I did my best not to fall apart – drinking mostly and cursing my life doubtful that I’d ever marry and be a wife. After a year of tears and desolation I met Glenn and at last my consolation: a man of taste, position, and solvency he was my dream come true, a certainty. But again, mama, you pointed out, I had chosen a clone of Jake another bad mistake. So reluctantly I once again broke off the relationship, but the pain was greatest returning the huge diamond engagement ring shaped like an almond, its fiery brilliance and enormous size when I stared at it blinding both my eyes. I am alone again but not without a goal, mama, much less in a proverbial hole. I bought a gun today with enough bullets to shut your mouth with repeated hits.