I think I finally get it. We are just not compatible. You’ve spent the last 9 months messing with my family’s health, happiness (mental & physical), home environment, finances, and overall fortitude. I don’t know what your end goal is, and at this point I don’t really care. I’m just done with you.
I’m sure you think there’s a method to your madness but I am not convinced. Don’t believe for a second that you’ve beaten us – not by a long shot. You know what our family motto is. We ARE tuff, and don’t you ever forget that.
I’m just here to tell you that I am sick of you and your shenanigans. I know we have a few more months until we can break up for good, but you are now on notice. You better shape up, or else get ready to go out with a real bang on December 31. I can’t wait to meet your big brother 2010. I hear he’s super cute, and very easy-going. Sounds good to me.
With Sincere Dislike and More Than A Little Animosity,