Sunday, January 2, 2011
I waited until the children were in bed, took a deep, resigned breath, and headed downstairs to do the task I had been dreading for weeks. This was not going to be a pleasant experience, and the kids didn't need to witness the destruction. It would only break their hearts. Of that I was certain. They could deal with the loss in the morning, after all that needed to be done had already been done.
"I love you — I really do. You're beautiful, you know that?"
"But I just can't do this anymore. I'm so sorry. It's time for you to go."
"I know, I know; we've been having this on-again/off-again relationship for years now. Every time, I realize just how much fun, and joy, and... enlightenment you bring to my life. I end up begging you to come back. And I probably will again, to be honest."
"But for now, I've come to realize that we want different things, me and you. We're not on the same page anymore. I've moved on — you should too."
"I hope you find someone who deserves you; who loves and appreciates you every day of your life. Someone who wants the same things you want."
"Please, don't cry. C'mon, look at you — you're a mess. You had to have known this would happen. Our relationship needed constant nourishment, and it's been eons since I was there for you in a way you deserve."
"We've both changed. Just not... together."
"I will miss you in the morning, when I wake up to the void that you've left behind. I'll feel a little sad. Your scent will linger and remind me of you. Especially when I vacuum. But it's for the best."
"I need to move on — to try new things — to experience all that there is to experience. I need to see what there is out there for me, and I'm sorry, but I just can't see clearly with you right there all the time."
"It's not you; it's me."
"Chin up, kid. We had some great times, didn't we? I will always remember you for that."
"And, trust me on this — you have a bright future ahead of you!"