posted January 29, 2006 04:58 PM              

Dear my Spoiled Ivy-League Ex-boyfriend,

For close to two years I was utterly devoted to you. My life revolved around your hectic grad school schedule. I had no social life, because you never wanted to go out, and were always so busy with school. We had an argument, about four months ago, which was about you taking my sacrifices for granted and having some maturity issues (afterall, you are 26 years old and you're mom still buys your yearly supply of underwear), and out of nowhere, you decided to give up on our relationship. Only a few weeks before that, you had written to me,

"I am the luckiest man alive to have met you. You make me so happy and make me actually want to do things and enjoy them in the process. I just think that you are the most wonderful person - every aspect - from your **** it personality, to those long legs and beautiful eyes.

I understand the sacrifices you have made for me and am very thankful for them. I hope one day to return the favor. I recognize you have been rather unhappy but also that you have stuck through this to be with me, and I want to assure you that it is worth it, as I love you more than anything and want to be with you forever!"

I was so devastated by your betrayal that I had what can only be described as an emotional meltdown. For months afterward, I cried myself to sleep, almost every night. I had trusted you with all of my heart, and when you told me that you were committed to me, I believed you. The only reason I moved to Boston, where I had no family or friends, was to be with you. I worked at a job that I strongly disliked, since you are in grad school, and we needed the money. I also volunteered a significant amount of my time on your study for school.

In our last days together, you suggested that I put my beloved four year old dog for adoption (which I didn't do), and refused to look after her for even a couple weeks, even though I had no money for an apartment (since we were living paycheck to paycheck, because you are in grad school), and had no other choice but to temporarily move back home with my parents, and my dad has an allergy to my dog. My dad is such a great guy that he went on allergy medication, and allowed me to bring her into their home.

So forgive me, that I am now posting on the rant section of Boston's Craigslist to say you are a TOTAL JERK for posting pictures of MY DOG (you know, the one that you told me I should put up for adoption?!) on Match.com and writing in your profile that you 'love animals -especially dogs)". You are such a phoney, and I wish that I could warn all the single women in Boston. Two out of four of your profile pictures have my dog in them - one in which her face is inches from your own, and in the other, my dog is standing right next to you.

I am an amateur photographer, and took three out of four of the pictures your Match.com profile. These pictures were taken by me, on my camera, with my film, and I never gave them to you. They are my creative property. The third picture was a portrait of you that I had taken in Rome. I did a significant amount of work in Photoshop on it, and it is my artwork. It was the way I viewed you, when I was in love with you. Now you are using my artwork to find a new girl to use and abuse.

I emailed you over a week ago, and told you that I had seen your profile, and wanted you to remove these pictures. You refused.

You're an immature jerk.

Maybe it is time to buy your own yearly supply of underwear, since you are afterall, 26 years old.