Dear George,
We’ve
been together for a long time now, for as long as I can remember, so I know
that this maybe be hard for you to wrap your head around but, it’s over – we’re
through. You thought we had a good thing going here, I’m sure, but it’s just
not working out for me. Don’t get me wrong, you’ve done a lot for me. Every
time I managed to build myself up and things were going well you were right
there, waiting for an opportunity to enthusiastically remind me just how easily
things can go wrong. Good jobs have taken an insane and tyrannical turn, cuts
and bruises turned into nearly fatal infections.
Please
don’t think I’m complaining or ungrateful. You’ve taught me some valuable
lessons over the years. Every crisis, every long stretch of soul murdering bad
luck has made me appreciate everything I have that much more. Every time I
thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse and you proved me wrong has made
me realize I’m so much stronger than I ever imagined. You’ve given me so much –
panic attacks, bouts of crippling depression, financial ruin, encounters with
terrible illness, funerals, tears, heartbreak – but enough is enough.
You’re
damn good at your job, George. So good in fact, that I find it hard to believe
anyone could do better. All that aside, I think we both know that our road
together is at an end. I’ve learned as much from you as I can and we’re just in
a vicious cycle now. The game has played out and no matter how many times you
knock me down I’m just going to get right back up again. I’d say it’s been
great, but there’s no point in lying at this stage. It’s been hell, and I
simply don’t have time for this shit anymore, so good luck and good riddance.
Love,
Me
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