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