It’s not you it’s me.
OK, I won’t beat around the bush any longer it really is you.
You have so many women pining after you, so I’m sure that you’ll be fine. But I really need a break. It’s just not working anymore, plain and simple. Maybe we can be friends again, the choice is yours and yours alone. However in true woman fashion, I am going to request that you make major changes before we can consider a friendship of any kind. If I can be so forward, I think you need professional help. In this day in age, it’s not taboo anymore. Just ask. There are many good people out there who can help you work out your issues. I’m sure that you’re good deep, deep, deep down. You’re very surface though, everything looks good on the outside, but on the inside you are washed out and hollow.
Now back to the issues at hand.
You have hurt me in so many ways. The countless hours I’ve spent worrying about you because you broke my heart. Let me tell you what hurts Bill, there is no intimacy between us anymore. Do you know what it feels like for me when I touch all your hot buttons and it takes you forever to warm up? You’re more like a woman than you will ever know. Who are you to take that stereotype away from us?
Every time I turn around I’m afraid. I no longer feel secure with you. Maybe it’s your job or your power, but everyone is out to get you. Do you know how many times I’ve had to look over my shoulder in fright? Do you understand just how many times you have made me sick? The latest attack really beat me down Bill. It took days to recover. All that time lost. All the opportunities lost. You had the chance to make our relationship stronger, but you didn’t want to have anything to do with me. Bill, you’re only there for the happy times, when times get tough you turn a blind eye to the situation. I think what hurts me most is that you are so power and money hungry that you can’t see beyond your nose.
Another thing that bothers me is the fact that you’re everywhere I turn. I can’t go to the grocery store, my friends’ homes, even the local Wal-Mart without feeling your constant presence. It’s almost like you are stalking me. Like you’re lying in wait to see what my next move will be.
Like most couples, we’ve had our good times and our bad times. Remember when we played Monopoly and you kicked my butt from here to Sunday? Or the many times we’ve played hide and seek. And who can forget the time that we were apart for 2 weeks because you were so blue?
But alas this relationship has always been about you. You’re a control freak and will have nothing less. I’ve tried to prove my love over and over again and restore my love to no avail. I’m done and I can’t take it anymore.
I’ve met someone new Bill. Please release your hold on me so I can be happy again. This is my last plea to you.
Yours no more,
PS – Honey Mac is moving in, so make some room. Oh and he requires payment…he doesn’t come free you know.