I know that we've had some strange, codependent relationship these many years, (32, has it been? Yes, yes it has) but the time has come to say farewell.
I know there's a part of both of us that doesn't want to let go. There have been reasons for both of us to hang on to this jacked-up relationship, but for me those reasons just aren't valid anymore, and I really don't think they are for you either. I watch you sit idle, here and there. I see that you long for fulfillment and purpose. I have come to terms with the truth. It can't be me anymore, Junk. I can't give you what you need. We both need to move on.
I know you think that it's that book I've been reading by Julie Morgenstern. I know you think that she is the one who came between us. Yes, that does have something to do with it. She did give me a name for our process and I thank her for the gift of SHEDding, but really that was just a catalyst for the tension that has been building between us for a very long time.
I don't love you anymore.
I don't really know if I ever loved you. You were more of a habitual state of being for me. Harsh words, I know, but when you choose to examine the reality of the situation, you will see that I am right.
We aren't meant for each other, Junk. And, furthermore, I think we should explore other relationships. I realize that I probably have no right to tell you this, but you know Thrift Stores? I think you two would make a perfect couple.
I will tell you that I have, for the last few weeks, been flirting with Organization and Empty Space. I know, I know... you've told me a thousand times just what you think of them, but I think you're mistaken. I think they are both diverting and refreshing. I'm ready for the change. We both are, Junk.
I am sorry if this hurts you. You've taught me so many lessons about myself and I'll always love you for that.
Good luck with your life. I really think that you and Thrift Stores would get along well. Look into it. Please? Or perhaps Thrift Store's friend, The Dump? I heard nice things about both of them. There's something out there fore you, Junk. I just know it.
With Gratitude,
Clancy
6 comments:
Ah, Clanc. You need to write more. It makes me happy. I can't wait to see your new basement - again! :) Junk and I have come to a similar point in our relationship. :) I've been slowly working on it for that past month or so. Do you own that book? If so, maybe I could borrow it, if not, maybe I could finally pay my library fines. :) I love you, girl! Good luck with all your shedding. :)
Dear Clancy,
I miss you...and your writing. I hope Junk gets over itself quickly and you enjoy your flirtatious relationship with Organization and Empty Space. By the way, how does D feel about all of these extramarital relationships? ;-)
Hope to hear more from you soon...maybe in the form of a game? ;-)
Sincerely,
Ginny
LOL... such a fun way to write about this. You're fabulous at making such mundane things sound fun. Thanks! :)
Tangible junk, or the mental-emotional junk we all like to hang on to? Either way your post is apropos. Write on, Clancy, right on.
Clancy, How delightful to read about baby B and you. I loved it. You should consider doing some professional writing - not just a blog.
Not only do you need to keep on writing, I need to keep on reading what you write. You have such a way of putting things in perspective and it gives me a good laugh - which I just need some days. Thanks for that.
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