Dear Buck,
Since you let me know this summer that you think we should start seeing other people, I have tried to be understanding and give you the space you claim you need to "grow." As hurt as I was, I thought at first that it might be good for both of us. It's not as if I haven't had others express interest in me, I'll have you know. But I've never really given it a serious thought, because I thought we had something together. I guess I'm just loyal, something you apparently don't understand.
I guess I thought that January night at the Kohl Center in 2001 was as special for you as it was for me--how we just kept going even after we were supposed to stop and you Hukaloed me twice in one weekend--with all those people watching. Do you even remember? And what about our fight over that silly little water bottle and how we made up afterward and how it seemed to bring even more passion into our relationship? Does all that mean nothing to you?
And now I find out you just want to throw that all away--for whom? Ann? Ann Arbor? With her old money and big name connections? You always told me it didn't matter to you that I was from the wrong side of the Red or that I'm flat. But now I guess I know where your mind really is. The gutter, that's where. And don't get me started about Goldie--I've always suspected there was something going on there, despite your constant assurances that you hated her guts.
And what am I supposed to do now, really? Old Pio? Tiger? Oh, don't get me wrong, they're fast and fun (and very good, you should know), but I guess once you have the Great Dane nothing else can fill its place. If they haven't torn down the old Ralph, I hope they do soon, because I don't need the memory at this time in my life.
But don't worry about me. Just go out and "grow" with your Big Time Ten crowd and leave me here alone with a setting sun and winter coming on. But don't expect it to be pleasant next time we meet. I've still got it, even if you don't want it anymore.
Your soon-to-be-ex,
Sue
Since you let me know this summer that you think we should start seeing other people, I have tried to be understanding and give you the space you claim you need to "grow." As hurt as I was, I thought at first that it might be good for both of us. It's not as if I haven't had others express interest in me, I'll have you know. But I've never really given it a serious thought, because I thought we had something together. I guess I'm just loyal, something you apparently don't understand.
I guess I thought that January night at the Kohl Center in 2001 was as special for you as it was for me--how we just kept going even after we were supposed to stop and you Hukaloed me twice in one weekend--with all those people watching. Do you even remember? And what about our fight over that silly little water bottle and how we made up afterward and how it seemed to bring even more passion into our relationship? Does all that mean nothing to you?
And now I find out you just want to throw that all away--for whom? Ann? Ann Arbor? With her old money and big name connections? You always told me it didn't matter to you that I was from the wrong side of the Red or that I'm flat. But now I guess I know where your mind really is. The gutter, that's where. And don't get me started about Goldie--I've always suspected there was something going on there, despite your constant assurances that you hated her guts.
And what am I supposed to do now, really? Old Pio? Tiger? Oh, don't get me wrong, they're fast and fun (and very good, you should know), but I guess once you have the Great Dane nothing else can fill its place. If they haven't torn down the old Ralph, I hope they do soon, because I don't need the memory at this time in my life.
But don't worry about me. Just go out and "grow" with your Big Time Ten crowd and leave me here alone with a setting sun and winter coming on. But don't expect it to be pleasant next time we meet. I've still got it, even if you don't want it anymore.
Your soon-to-be-ex,
Sue
