Hello, just to let you know there is no graphic sex in this story, sorry. Suggest you find another author for that. Constructive critiques and comments about the story are very welcome and appreciated. Thanks for reading my story. Please enjoy.
This story was inspired by the 1953 country song, "DEAR JOHN" first recorded by Ferlin Huskey, then later by Skeeter Davis and others during early to late 60s.
Dear John, oh how I hate to write.
Dear John, I must let you know tonight.
That my love for has died away like grass upon the lawn
And tonight I wed another, Dear John.
A "Dear John" letter is a letter from one person to the other breaking off their relationship.
No, my name is not John, but I did get a "Dear John" letter from my supposed loving fiancée. In today's world this letter may be in the form of email or a text message. And that's what I got, an email for God's sake. Not a hand written letter, but a damn email. Could she have been more impersonal?
My name is Patrick Riley Conner and I am a computer guru specializing in the coordination of mining technology. I work at the Diavik Diamond Mine in the far reaches of northern Canada about 130 miles south of the Arctic Circle. It's too bad there aren't any women up here because in comparison to most of the guys at the mine I'm a movie star. However, the best I've ever been called before is ruggedly handsome. Thanks Mom.
Being the only IT nerd around means I don't get much time away from the mine. I have to be in close contact to handle any problems that arise with the computers. Our schedules vary but I work for two months and then have a month off. The company flies in a specialist from the head office to cover for me during my 30 days off.
Our only contact with the outside world is a Hughes Net satellite system. This system allows us to send and receive email and surf the internet. The company paid for the hardware and pays for the monthly service fee. It's cheaper than replacing men suffering cabin fever. This mine is in an extremely remote area and is very hard to get to. There is no other way to contact the outside world except by satellite phone or short wave radio for emergencies if other systems are down.
I had only been back at the mine for a little over two weeks when I received the kiss off email from Julie, my now ex-fiancée. Apparently, according to the email she had fallen in love with my best friend Jerry during my last two month tour at the mine. Of course, she didn't feel the need to tell me while I was at home for 30 days. And I was too blindly in love to notice anything wrong.
The email read:
I don't know how to say what I'm must tell you so I'll just come out with it. I have fallen in love with another man. It was cowardly not to tell you when you were home, but I didn't want to ruin your month off. I owed you that much.
While planning the wedding, Jerry and I spent a lot of time together. We developed a deep love for each other. Jerry said to tell you that he's sorry, he didn't plan on falling in love with me. He was just trying to sit in for you in the planning stages.
Please don't hate me, but I can't marry you when I'm in love with Jerry. It wouldn't be fair to any of us. We are getting married next week and if you were here you would be invited and welcome at our wedding. Both of us care for you very much.
I know this will hurt you and I really am sorry. Please take care of yourself and be careful in that wilderness. When you come home maybe we could all get together.
I'll always have a special spot in my heart for you.
The first thought I had was that she had to sign her whole name; as if I wouldn't know who wrote the email. My second thought was what a pile of bullshit. She just didn't want to confront me with her decision in person. Well I'll have something special for my good old buddy Jerry when I see him, my boot up his ass.
I wasn't surprised that the major emotion that I felt was anger. My fiancée and best friend had betrayed me; it hurt and tore me up inside, but the main emotion was anger. Anger at Julie for being a lying, cheating bitch and anger at my "best friend" Jerry for stabbing me in the back. My frustration was also very strong; I was over 4600 miles from my home in Missouri and couldn't do anything about the situation in person.
The only thing I could do was to send an email back to Julie. I started on the reply and decided that I would put all of my thoughts and feelings into that email. The email went on and on. It was actually a long letter taking up what would have been almost four pages of legal size stationary.
In that email I told her I thought her not telling me about her "new" love when I was home was more than cowardly; it was despicable and showed a lack of character. I said that she was a cheating, lying, self centered bitch. I mentioned that Jerry must be some kind of real macho man to let the woman he loves spend more than twenty nights in bed with her old boyfriend. I'm sure he did that just to spare my feelings. Like hell, he did that because he didn't have to balls to confess to and confront me about your affair. Crap.
There was a lot more that I wrote to Julie. Including the fact that if Jerry wouldn't stand up for them now what would he do when something goes wrong in their life? Finally I told them that when I get back to the real world they had better stay away from me because I wouldn't be responsible for my actions toward them. The last line of the email stated that I was probably better off without a bitch like her in my life or a back stabbing ass like Jerry as a friend.
I wrote, rewrote, and edited that email several different times. Finally I had just the statement I wanted to make. I reread it one more time and hit the send button. After sending that long email I thought for a few minutes and sent a second email. This email was considerably shorter.
My second email read:
Subject Line: Disregard my first email.
I have condensed the first email to the following.
Fuck you. I hope you both rot in hell.
After receiving Julie's email and sending her a reply, I began to think about our romance.
While at home on my last month long leave like all boyfriends or husbands, I should have known something was going on. Again like all boyfriends or husbands, I was too much in love and trusted my partner to notice anything. Was Julie a little less enthusiastic in bed? Maybe, but I put it down to wedding jitters and the stress of planning the wedding by herself. Did she look at me funny when I mention Jerry a few times? Possibly, but I didn't really notice.
I did notice that Jerry didn't spend as much time with us during my leave as I thought he would. He would cite a previous engagement or some other excuse when I invited him to go out with Julie and me. Did I find this strange? No, I thought he was being a true friend and just wanted to give me and my fiancée some alone time.
Julie and I met in college, as a lot of couples do. At 5' 10" and 185 pounds I was the second string running back and safety on the football team. Our school was a small college outside of St. Louis and we played Division Two football. I wasn't fast enough to be a speed runner and I was too small to be a real fullback. But our coach liked my toughness because it always took two or three tacklers to bring me down. He called it "want to" and said he wished more players had it.
Jerry Stevens was our sophomore quarterback and a big man on campus (BMOC). He was very good and hoped to parley his playing ability into a scholarship at a Division One school. Jerry had the classic all American good looks that you would expect from a star quarterback. He was around 6 feet 3, with dark curly hair and chiseled features. Jerry weighed about 215 with a body right out of "Body Builder" magazine.
If Jerry had a fault it was his cockiness. Maybe that's what made him so good; he refused to believe that he could lose. He had the attitude that he could save the day no matter what the score and he hated to lose. Most of the time he was right.
I wasn't a starting running back for the team and therefore wasn't in the elite clicks at school. Jerry and I traveled in different circles but we had a couple of classes together, one of which was a math class. He was having problems in the class so I tutored him at the request of our coach. I brought him up to speed and kept him from failing; if he had failed he wouldn't have been able to play football.
Jerry appreciated my help and we became friends and to thank me for my help Jerry always made sure that I was invited to the really good parties.
Because of Jerry's friendship I started to hang around with the "ruling class" at school. I first saw Julie at one of those great parties. She wasn't a cheerleader but had the looks to be one. Julie is about 5' 8, with long blond hair, big brown eyes and legs that went all the way up to heaven.
She has a voluptuous type of body instead of the string bean look of a model type. With some of the model types you can't be sure that they are female but one look at Julie from the front or back and there is no doubt that she is all woman.
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