Dear Debt,
This is getting old. Real old. I’ve turned into the old nag and you the grouchy old man. Isn’t this exactly what we didn’t want? We use to be friends, but let’s be real– now we’re just roommates.
I remember the days when you used to excite me. I wouldn’t dare think of being with anyone else. Our love was “forever”. But what is forever anyway?
Forever is a commitment you make, a choice. But you haven’t been in it to win it for years. And I’m done. I wish I could say I was angry, because then at least I’d feel something, but quite frankly I’m just bored to tears.
I’m sick of talking about the same things over and over again. That same joke you always tell sucks. It’s still not funny. I realize we have nothing to talk about these days because you don’t DO anything. The key to success in any relationship is growing together and you’ve shown me you just aren’t available. Your interest compounds in some ways, but I’m left alone feeling like I just got robbed. What about me?
I hate to say it but your friends are just as bad. They think I don’t know what you are up to when I am not looking.
Shenanigans.
Don’t try to pull that $hit on me. You should know better. But you’re a cowardly man-child who wouldn’t know a good woman if she slapped you in the face. So consider yourself warned. One day you’ll wake up and I’ll be gone.
For good.
M
