An Open Letter To My Family
Don't get me wrong. I think you're great. I just think we need to spend some time apart. It's not you, it's me.
Actually, that's a lie. It IS you.
Check back in a few months and we'll see if I'm emotionally prepared to deal with you all again.
And no, we can't still be friends.
Actually, that's a lie. It IS you.
Check back in a few months and we'll see if I'm emotionally prepared to deal with you all again.
And no, we can't still be friends.
posted by Molly at 6:28 PM
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This is one break up where I promise I won't feel bad either.
Now you have to finally understand why before fun-filled family weekends I begin developing a nervous twitch in my eye, have a face full of zits, seek out quiet corners where I can rock back and forth, and practice my famous "small doses, small doses, small doses..." mantra.
If you love something set it free....
Send the papers to our attorney so you don't violate the restraining order. We are anxiously waiting to sign.
luckily, the witness protection program isn't just for witnesses anymore.
--mark adams (formerly matt mcgrane)
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