Monday, August 1, 2011
Dear Stress, Let's Break Up
We started out together at such a young age. We were together so often. You were there when everyone hollered at Grandma during lunch and made me cry. You were there when I spent 19 years in school and I wanted to be home. You've been with me on dates, with every church calling I have ever had, through all of the pregnancies, with each job.......from the one with cold calls to the ones where people could die at my hand. You stuck it out through renovations and house building. We have paired up for delights such as homeschool and living with a police officer.
I'm afraid this may come as a shock, or that you will be upset and feel that my actions and feelings up to this point have not been authentic. I feel that it is time to break up. There.......I said it. We are no good for each other. I want to have some space and find out who I am. You put so much pressure on me. I feel like I am smothering. Who are we without each other?
I hope you read this soon. It would hate for you to find out on Facebook, when I change my status to <3 single.
I will put your things in a box on the front step.......Tylenol, chocolate (what's left anyway), Coke, the bitten nails, 2 white hairs plucked this morning, Tylenol PM, the journals full of swear words, and the acne ointment. I am keeping the shelves of books that you caused me to buy and the soaking tub as I cannot remove it.