Message received. I hear you loud and clear. Trust me, the feeling is mutual. I hate you too.
I should have known you were trouble from the time I got my first period at age 11. I was home baby-sitting my little sister and brother all day. With no way of calling my mom to get advice on what to do. It also happened to be the day of my mom's surprise birthday party. So not only was I baby-sitting, but I was cleaning and decorating, and letting guests in to wait for the big surprise. I should have known by that timing just how mean you were.
I fought for you. I gave you the benefit of the doubt. When I lost half of all the blood in my body, I begged to keep you. Even though you were on the verge of killing me.
I've had surgeries and procedures and taken hormones that made me sick for years.
The only thing I asked from you in return was a baby. Was that so much to ask? It's your only job!
I've given you plenty of chances and you have done nothing but try and kill me over and over again.
Endometrial cancer? Really? That's a low blow. After all I have done for you.
You know what?
I am going to let them take you now.
I am breaking up with you.
I am too good for you anyway.
P.S. You suck.