I love you. I don’t think I can ever stop loving you. But the truth is you’re not good for me, not good for my heart, my health, my bank account. I can’t keep sneaking you in and hiding you under my bed and waiting for the others to go to sleep to start my night.

I can’t do this.

You give me joy, I’m a fair woman, I’ll admit as much. But you also take it away from me. I’ve been crying, not been able to fit in my clothes and when I turned to you, you just made it worse. Made me feel worse after. Made me feel like I had nothing going for myself and that the only thing that I was defined by was my dwindling bank balance and clothes supply.

I don’t know who gave you the right?

I was there that day. The others didn’t want to see you around. There are better things in life. My friends think I’m crazy; they keep reminding me that your not all I have. I have the sun and the sky and them. I have water and tea to drink, food to eat, I have someone who loves me. Who are you to try to take from me all the time?

You think I can’t make better for myself? I’m a grown woman, not a man child who needs to order out all the time. I take care of myself. I take out the trash. And this time, its you. I’m taking you out.

I will never call again. I will never come here again. I don’t care how much you want me back. This is done.

“Ma’am, you placed this order…”

“Mark my words; this is the last time I get cookies.”