It's Over

Mr. C. -
I'm sorry, I just can't do this anymore.
You've become a slob. Perhaps you always have been, but it's only recently that I've noticed.
I thought I could ignore all your faults, but I just can't go on pretending.
You are lazy. You move too slow. You are sappy (and by that I mean drippy).
I know you must feel used. And you were. Almost every day for three and a half years. I ignored you during my pregnancies.
Are you hurt? Or relieved?
Doesn't matter.
It's over between us.
It's not you, it's me. Well, it's not me, either. You see, I've found someone new.


And Mr. K is all the coffee pot I'll ever need.