From:
Izabell
To:
Elizabeth
Subject:
My Drunk A**
Hey,
I’m STILL hungover. Please thank Michael for taking care of my drunk a** last night (and for not taking advantage of me). I haven’t been that drunk ever. I don’t know what came over me. It’s not like me to lose control. And, I’m really sorry for puking in PJ’s car.
—Your (Sober Now) Izzy
P.S. I almost e-mailed Marty last night at around 1 am drunk out of my mind. Thank God I didn’t send the e-mail. Found it in my Draft Folder today. That would’ve been just plain BADBADBADBADBADBAD.
Sent:
Saturday, October 11, 2008 at 7:18 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Peter
Subject:
OJ and Airborne
Can you pick up some OJ and Airborne on your way home from the airport tomorrow? I’m not feeling so hot.
Sent:
Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 11:01 AM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Stalking
Here’s to stalking. You’re not doing a very good job at it.
Headed off to the gym, thought of you. Just wanted to say hi.
What really stinks about this whole situation is that I have to wait until you’ve figured out if I’m really The One for you to watch Lost in Translation with. Thanks for nothing.
Talk soon,
Marty
Sent:
Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 3:34 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Marty
Subject:
Re: Stalking
I really do admire your confidence, Martin. ;-)
Hope you had a good workout. I plan to exercise at some point this week (not).
Lost in Translation, huh? That is one of my favorites (as you know) … sigh …
I guess I’ll leave you with my other favorite quote from that movie: “Let’s never come here again because it will never be as much fun.”
Tap? ;-)
Draft:
Wednesday, October 15, 2008 at 7:18 AM
From:
Peter
To:
Izabell
Subject:
I love you.
This e-mail was written but not sent and will save as Draft until further action.
I love you, Izzy. And, I don’t want to lose you. I can feel you slipping away from me. I don’t know what to do about my job. Can you please help me get through this? I realize I’ve left you alone for months, but I feel stuck.
Draft:
Thursday, October 16, 2008 at 6:07 AM
From:
Peter
To:
Izabell
Subject:
I’m trying.
This e-mail was written but not sent and will save as Draft until further action.
Izzy, I’m trying to keep this together. I miss you. I miss us. I promise I’ll make it up to you after December, when this hearing is over. I’ll make it up to you.
Draft:
Sunday, October 19, 2008 at 8:09 PM
From:
Peter
To:
Izabell
Subject:
This e-mail was written but not sent and will save as Draft until further action.
I started smoking again.
Sent:
Wednesday, October 22, 2008 at 3:13 PM
From:
Peter
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Rose
I can’t live like this anymore. I’m talking to Rose today. I’m telling her this is unmanageable and that I need my life back.
Sent:
Wednesday, October 22, 2008 at 3:33 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Elizabeth
Subject:
Thank God
Peter’s talking to Rose today. He just told me. He’s telling her “game over.” I knew he’d come around.
Sent:
Wednesday, October 22, 2008 at 4:14 PM
From:
Rose
To:
Peter
Subject:
Work
I need you to work this weekend. It’s going to be long days. Please read all of the hearing transcripts in advance. Create charts of what you read, of course. Needs to be done by Friday so we can push through the details this weekend.
Sent:
Wednesday, October 22, 2008 at 9:13 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Peter
Subject:
So????
How did it go, baby????? I’ve been sitting here all night waiting for you to call and tell me! I want to hear all about it. I’m so proud of you, you don’t even know.
Love, Me
Sent:
Wednesday, October 22, 2008 at 11:51 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Peter
Subject:
Alive?
Are you? It’s nearly midnight. Are you even coming home? How did the talk go??? Did Rose say she’d make it better? Of course she did! You’re so valuable to this firm, she must have said she’d make it better.
Sent:
Thursday, October 23, 2008 at 2:34 AM
From:
Izabell
To:
Peter
Subject:
???
?????????
I’m going to bed.
Sent:
Thursday, October 23, 2008 at 8:19 PM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Drop Dead Date
I know, I know, I’m supposed to give you some space while you make a decision you already know the answer to. ;-) Just curious how you’re doing and if, you know, I made the short list. Kidding.
I was actually curious if you’re doing OK and whether you had a “drop dead” date in mind? I’m not sure I can handle a prolonged emotional affair …
Talk to you soon, of course.
Martin
Sent:
Thursday, October 23, 2008 at 8:23 PM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Drop Dead Date
Just realized that you may have no clue what a “drop dead” date is. It means a “date by which something must be done or finished.”
Again,
Martin
Sent:
Thursday, October 23, 2008 at 10:01 PM
From:
Dad
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Sparkle
Hey Sweetie,
I’ve been trying to call your cell, but it’s always turned off. Is that on purpose? I have never known you to turn your cell phone off—ever. And, I’ve known you for thirty years now so I know you very, very well.
Listen, I’m putting this in writing so that you can absorb it, reread it if necessary. And, I’ll preface this by saying: “This is a father–daughter talk.” Your mom doesn’t know about this e-mail, although I will say she’s confused as to why you told her not to put down the wedding deposit a couple weeks ago, as am I. So, here it is: Mom and I really like Peter, as a person. We really do. However, one thing seems clear, and that’s this:
He dims your sparkle.
You and I are made of the same grain, and we’ve got one thing that most people don’t have: sparkle. It’s 50% of us. So, if someone takes away our sparkle—there’s only 50% left of us, and that’s not much. If Peter takes away your sparkle, as I’m afraid he may be doing, then you’re not my Izabell anymore. You’re someone else.
/> And that’s all your ol’ Dad is going to say about it!
Love, Dad
P.S. You could call us every now and then, you know …
Sent:
Friday, October 24, 2008 at 9:00 AM
From:
Izabell
To:
Peter
Subject:
Talk
We need to talk tonight.
Sent:
Friday, October 24, 2008 at 5:06 PM
From:
Peter
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Re: Talk
Hey,
I don’t know when I’m going to get out of work. I’ll try to be home by 9-ish??
Love you,
Me
Sent:
Friday, October 24, 2008 at 9:31 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Peter
Subject:
Re: Talk
It’s 9:30, and you’re still not home. Do you know when you’ll be home tonight? We really need to talk. It’s important.
Sent:
Friday, October 24, 2008 at 11:01 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Peter
Subject:
Re: Talk
Peter,
Where are you? I really need to talk to you. Please come home.
Sent:
Friday, October 24, 2008 at 11:54 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Peter
Subject:
Re: Talk
I am begging you to come home (or, at least, answer this e-mail for crying out loud). I understand that you’re working, but I NEED to talk to you. It’s very, very important, and it can’t wait anymore. I’ve been waiting for five months now.
Love,
Me
Sent:
Saturday, October 25, 2008 at 12:01 AM
From:
Izabell
To:
Peter
Subject:
Re: Talk
It’s midnight, and you’re still not home. You haven’t even responded to my e-mails.
Done.
I am done.
This is done. Consider the engagement off.
NOVEMBER 2008: HE’S GOT THE RING, SHE’S GOT THE DRESS
Sent:
Tuesday, October 28, 2008 at 7:08 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Marty
Subject:
Engagement
Marty,
I ended my engagement several days ago. I need a lot of space, amongst other things. I didn’t do it for you, I need to be clear. I’m doing this for me. I don’t know what I want. I just know that I don’t want to marry someone if I have grave doubts. I need some time and space to myself.
Always,
Iz
Sent:
Wednesday, October 29, 2008 at 7:38 PM
From:
Mother
To:
Peter
Subject:
Thanksgiving
Peter,
We need to discuss the family plans for Thanksgiving. Your father and I were thinking this might be the perfect time to introduce the two families! And, since Izabell’s parents live in San Francisco, and we are in San Diego, this may be easy to coordinate. Yes? Is this a good idea? Call us tonight. You are so hard to get in touch with these days. You must be very busy at work! Call us tonight, please. Oh, and tell Izabell we say hello! How is she?
Love,
Mother
Sent:
Thursday, October 30, 2008 at 10:03 PM
From:
Peter
To:
Mother
Subject:
Re: Thanksgiving
Sorry I haven’t had a chance to call you. Work has been very busy, too busy. I’ll call this weekend. Izabell is doing great.
Love,
Peter
Sent:
Thursday, October 30, 2008 at 10:45 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Elizabeth
Subject:
Extra Bedroom
E—
If need be, can I stay in your spare bedroom? The living situation may get ugly. I’m really hoping that it doesn’t, but I don’t know. Honestly, Peter is always working so our paths rarely cross (big surprise, huh?). Plus, we’ve already partitioned the apartment into “my side” and “his side.” I get home at 6, go to the gym, cook dinner, and am in bed by 10:30. He gets home at 11, eats Wendy’s, drinks two glasses of Scotch (if not more), chain smokes (yes, he’s taken up smoking again, another big surprise), and goes to bed at 1. I get up at 7 and am out the door by 8:30; him, up at 9, and at the office by 9:30. Like I said, our paths don’t cross. I’m a little worried about the weekends, though. My new apartment won’t be ready until Dec. 19th so I’ll keep you posted. If it gets unbearable, I may need to stay at your pad.
Love,
Izzy
P.S. This is slightly ironic, but I’m moving back into my original one-bedroom apartment here. It was the only one available. Sigh … this is just really sad.
P.P.S. Know anyone who is in need of a $3,000 (nonrefundable) wedding dress? Yeah, he’s got the ring, I’ve got the dress.
Sent:
Thursday, October 30, 2008 at 11:03 PM
From:
Elizabeth
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Re: Extra Bedroom
Of course you can stay here. It may get a bit cozy though since my mom’s planning on spending a month with us so she can get away from my dad. We’ll just have one big old cry-fest, I mean party, how ’bout that?
Draft:
Wednesday, November 5, 2008 at 5:12 PM
From:
Peter
To:
Mother
Subject:
Izabell
This e-mail was written but not sent and will save as Draft until further action.
Mother,
Izabell and I broke up. I really don’t want to talk about it. It hasn’t been the easiest few months for me. I’m having a really hard time.
Love,
Peter
Sent:
Wednesday, November 5, 2008 at 6:32 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Peter
Subject:
Netty
Peter,
I wanted to give you a heads-up that Netty will be visiting next weekend. She’ll be staying at the apartment with me. I’ll try to make sure we stay out of your way.
Izabell
Sent:
Wednesday, November 5, 2008 at 7:02 PM
From:
Peter
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Re: Netty
That is fine.
Sent:
Thursday, November 6, 2008 at 10:13 AM
From:
Peter
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Ring
And, I don’t want the ring back. So please take it off the counter and put it in a safe place.
Sent:
Thursday, November 6, 2008 at 6:07 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Peter
Subject:
Re: Ring
Peter,
I don’t want the ring. I’m sorry, but it’s too painful. Please take it off the counter and just put it in a drawer. If you won’t do that, then I will. But, I’m not taking the ring back, period.
Izabell
Draft:
Friday, November 7, 2008 at 11:49 PM
From:
Peter
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Re: Ring
I miss you.
Draft:
Friday, November 7, 2008 at 11:59 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Peter
Subject:
Miss you
This e-mail was written but not sent and will save as Draft until further action.
I miss you.
Draft:
Saturday, November 8, 2008 at 11:55 PM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
This e-mail was written but not sent and will save as Draft until further action.
I know I’m supposed to be giving you space, but I miss our e-mails. Please tell me there’s a chance for us and that you really meant it when you said you broke off your engagement. I’m here, and I’m waiting for you.
—Your Constant Marty
Sent:
Monday, November 10, 2008 at 11:14 AM
From:
Elizabeth
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