I still remember when we first met. I was just 5 or 6 years old when you brought paper cones filled with flowers for May Day and the beautiful ribbons of maypoles. Since I lived in upstate New York, you took me away from the dreary winter into spring.
Even when we moved to Texas, I still loved you. You brought the rains that kept the grass & trees green and kept the weather cool before the intense heat & humidity of summer. You also brought me the end of school each year.
Like any relationships, we have had our ups & downs. There was the Memorial Day flood in 1981 and final exams once I reached high school. But there were also award banquets, proms, and graduation.
As an adult, you brought me a wedding and the surprise birth of my first child (August is still jealous that you stole that one), which also brought me Mother’s Day.
I can trace the strain in our relationship back to 2006 when you added end-of-school activities to our relationship. Since then, things have continued to go downhill.
I’m sorry May, but I can’t stay in this relationship any longer.
You are asking too much of me. I can’t do another year of Mother’s Day, birthdays, anniversary, piano recitals, award ceremonies, band concerts, solo & ensemble competitions, STAAR exams, AP exams, finals, banquets, and anything else you decide to throw my way.
You have become too needy, and I can’t take the stress anymore. I’m sorry, but I just can’t do it.
The only option I see is for us to break up.