by anonymous, male, 55
Our relationship has come to a decision point. Although we have been spending a lot of time alone with each other, and have gotten to know each other quite well, I have decided it’s time you moved out.
You have become too demanding, too possessive, and too unhealthy for me. Others that I love more than you will no longer stay with me if I stay with you. So, I am moving on and you are moving out.
I know I have done this before and always welcomed you back, and each time it was as if I never left, but this time I have gotten smarter. I have realized that I need help to get rid of you, so I have been going to this room of fellowship. There are wise people in this room, and they have helped me immensely. I have learned a lot about you, and I am much stronger than ever before and too strong to fall for any of your tricks or triggers.
I admit I was the one that started the relationship. I was young and thought you were exciting and fun. It was great to sneak off and meet you for a night of stupid adventures. You helped me through a lot of awkward times, but as the years passed you continued to want more of my time, and I gave it to you. You robbed me of the ability to develop my own coping strategies because you numbed it all. At first, you were with me only on special occasions. Then it was weekends. Then it was daily and I thought I couldn’t live without you. And when I tried you kicked me in the butt.
You have changed me for the worse. You got me fat. You took away my sense of adventure. Out you go.