I am sick of people like you. People who drain me for everything I have. People who take shots at my family. People with no regard for how they hurt others.
I am sick of sob stories without plans to make anything better.
Of the false sense of knowledge of me. Of the damsel in distress act used on their friends. You can’t keep crying wolf and expecting me to save you.
I am not your savior. I will not grant your prayers of redemption.
I am sick of giving second, third, fourth and fifth chances to people who don’t deserve it based on the length of time they’ve spent in my life.
Based on the glimmer of hope I’ve rested upon them that they will get better.
People like you don’t get better. You take without giving. You ride on the backs of hardworking, kindhearted people like me.
I am dropping you for the last time.
Do not come back.
Do not question the validity of our friendship.
It is dead.
You were eager like I used to be. 16 was the time of overindulging and man did I! I was addicted to having someone on my arm.
You were the first person I wanted to make a forever with. You gave me hope that we could grow into our roles as soulmates. I actually called you my soulmate, well not to your face. I had just met you in computer class and we couldn't legally go on a field trip without permission let alone try to forge a union.
Give me commands. Clear guidelines. An itemized list of your needs.
You were exactly what I asked for. A carbon copy straight out of my mind. I should have been more careful.
When I tell you I love you, it doesn't mean we go together now. It doesn't mean I want your children. It doesn't mean I need to meet your family. I love you means I love who you are as a person. I have surpassed like and landed on love.
If you could, please disregard the previous letter left on your pillow. That has too much hubris dripping. Too much anger. Too many other emotions that negatively influenced the creation of that notice.
This is your eviction notice. Your placeholder, an unattainable musician, is helping me move your memories. Not sure where they'll go but at this point, I don't want to know.
I'm sick of the men in their feelings and not knowing how harmful and/or annoying they are with them.
You could be a better man, slay dragons, discover the greatest side of yourself. I could put you on the path of soul repair. I'm the kind of woman who makes real power players. I could be your Claire, Mr. Underwood.