Dear Frasier...

Chapter Six

Well Frasier,

It appears that your Freudian methods are rather useless to you now. I suppose that it's to be expected really. I remember when we were married, you were always completely useless at getting out of speeding tickets. Even when we were driving to the hospital when I was giving birth to Frederick, you couldn't escape the ticket.

Anyway, you cannot imagine my extreme surprise when your brother called me up and told me that you'd been arrested for theft of a BMW. He told me that he'd organised for letters to be sent to you from a different person each month. He then told me some news that shocked me so much that it caused me to sit down; he wanted me to include me in his little plans.

So, I've been told to tell you my latest news. Firstly, Frederick is fine. He told me to tell you, "hey". In his last school report he was receiving all As, so you should be very proud. We have a wonderful son. Why, only last week he performed a perfect miniature space quest in his junior NASA club.

As for my news, well, I am pleased to tell you that I finally completed the book that I was working on. I then sent it away to a few publishers and, to my disbelief, I soon received a reply from a top publisher practically begging me to let them publish my book. It's now available to buy from all good retailers. It's called Ten Lucky Rabbits. It's a children's book about ten rabbits who get lucky, but one rabbit is very, very mean, so he gets nothing. I know it's not the psychological novel that you would expect of me, but it's still worth a read, if I do say so myself. Already it's highly popular. I like to think that it will help with the mental growth of young children.

I am now in a relationship with a man called Sanju Impak. He's Indian and his English isn't always great, but we have a wonderful time together. He's a computer billionaire who owns a beach house in Florida. Frederick loves him; mainly because Sanju can show him how to get into the really good websites for free, but still, it's good to know that they get along. We have been going out for six months now and are currently living together. Actually, I think he may even propose soon.

But frankly, I'm not sure if I really want to marry him. I love him, of course I do, but I still think that there's someone else who I love completely with all my heart. Frasier, I think it's you. I know that this is not the sort of thing I should put in a letter, especially this letter, but I think about you all of the time and I think I still love you. You're the only man I've ever truly loved, and friends are always the best lovers.

I know what you'll say, it's just a fear of commitment that's making me make an excuse so I don't have to be with Sanju. Naturally, it would be you who I would fall in love with, you're the closest man-friend I have. Well, I suppose that could be the case. Now that I think about it, I really do love Sanju and could see myself committing to him. Now I think back to the dark years of our marriage, it wasn't that great.

I have to thank you Frasier. Even without you being here you have probably saved my relationship. Just by writing this letter to you and considering what your thoughts would be, you have helped. I suppose your Freudian methods are always useful to you.

Thank you,

Lilith

A/N. Lol, this was almost Lilith/Frasier. But then I decided against it. It was actually pretty hard to write as Lilith, but it was still fun! Thanks for reading. Comments please. Also, I'd love to hear if you have any ideas! :D