Dear Chester,

I feel like I should get everything out of my system, once and for all.

Let me start by saying that I respect you as a musician and for the talent you hold in that department, you're one of my favorite singers and I love you when you're hanging out with Mike and being silly fuckers.

That said, I have a whole other set of feelings towards you as a person, these days.
Who the fuck do you think you are, talking about your son's mother like that, huh?!
Have a little more respect than that, you fucking teenager!
I get that you could be talking about how you -felt- about her and not necessarily how you feel about her now, but that doesn't mean you have to shout it from the damn rooftops!
It seems like lately you're becoming more and more immature and fucking mean.
Calling someone 'insane' or 'spawn of the devil' is not really a mature way of dealing with things, now is it?!
I don't give a flying fuck as to whether or not you felt like that about Sam at one point or another, I'm sure her feelings towards you are/were anything but warm and I get that divorces are usually not the nicest things in the world, but that doesn't mean that you have to talk about it in every single fucking interview that you do.
You could just have said 'Yeah, this song is about the feelings I was going through, when I was divorcing my ex-wife.' or something like that. You don't have to be so fucking graphic, all the time!
And about you insinuating that everything was her fault...is the worst load of bullshit, I've ever heard in my life, man!
You always have choices, Chester! Always. I get that you had a rough childhood with the abuse and whatnot. Really, I get that and I get that you chose to turn to drugs and alcohol to deal with that.
But that's a choice you made, not Sam. You both chose to get married and have Draven. You chose to be in Linkin Park and I can totally understand that Sam didn't want to come with you on tour.
She wasn't a trophy wife like Talinda is! I'm sure that Sam knew that travelling around the world with an infant or toddler is not the best idea and not the coolest environment for a child, not to mention that I'm sure that she had her own job and life and didn't feel like sacrificing that for you.
I wouldn't either.
And if you cheated on her....I'm even more embarrassed for you. I don't give a flying fuck what your excuses are or how lonely you felt or whatever. NOTHING makes cheating okay. Nothing!
If you weren't happy and saw a chance of that in Talinda, you should've ended your marriage with Sam before acting on anything because technically...you were already cheating mentally.
You made choices, Chester. Some with Samantha and some without. Stop blaming everyone else for your misery, grow the fuck up and take some responsibility.
I was so proud of you back when you talked about the abuse and said that it was determination that had gotten you through it and now...I think that was complete bullshit.
Sam, Talinda, drugs, alcohol and music got you through it. I think you're incapable of being alone. I think you need that crutch to lean on and I think you need that trophy wife, who will carry your children and give up her life and personality to bend over backwards to worship the ground you walk on.
I think it's so, so, so sad.
I hate to say it, but my honest opinion of you is that I think you're an asshole. I don't know if it's because you're hanging out with Ryan and Amir, so much or if it's because Talinda worships you and everything you do and say, but you need to change your fucking attitude and stop hating so much.
My conclusion is that if you still feel all these negative feelings towards Sam and the past you share, you haven't moved on even a little bit.
I voiced my opionion about this to Sam and whether or not it's true, she said that you can hate and that it's your choice, even if it is sad, but that it doesn't affect her much.
That's moving on, Chester! Not talking about her like that. Did you ever consider how Draven might feel when he hears his father talk about his mother like that?
Try using your brain, Chester and think things through, before you open your mouth.
I want someone to glue your lips together, these days, because it feels like every time you open your mouth.....crap pours out.

Not much love, at all

Mickey