{"id":13724,"date":"2025-02-26T08:22:54","date_gmt":"2025-02-26T15:22:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=13724"},"modified":"2025-02-26T08:22:57","modified_gmt":"2025-02-26T15:22:57","slug":"a-break-up-letter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/a-break-up-letter\/","title":{"rendered":"A Break-up Letter"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer\u2019s voice on the pag<\/em><\/strong>e.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A Break-up Letter<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

By CM Riddle<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dear Time,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Forget You!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am tired of the way you sneak up on me. Stealing moments and making plans that take forever to prepare, then the event flies by.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I long for the days of following the sun and the moon and using its rhythm to play my own tune.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You cause great stress upon me, as others in my life have depended on you so much that they expect me to follow you, too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Timecards, appointments, luncheons, and for God’s sake, Christmas!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Give me a break, would you please?  I mean, the way you slip through my fingers!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And as if the ticking tocks you whisper in my ear are not enough, you decided to line my face and give me grey my hair. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I need to get down and up slowly these days, and that is all because of you!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You promised me a life, a long life with plenty of time, but here you are, stealing the moments, tracking the calendar, and honestly, I feel thrown under the bus every time I cancel a plan or run late, or just abandon ship!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When did punctuality join this relationship? I am not into a threesome, but here we are. You, me,and having to be punctual. Well, screw that I say! Leave me to my internal clock, I don’t need you. I hate your face and the tattooed numbers around it. Every version of you brings stress and panic, fear, and internal mayhem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It’s easier to say tomorrow or next week, next month  \u2013  with you \u2013 you insist on an hour and minute, I know by the hands all over your smug face. It’s the truth and you know it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I breathe easier without you clutching my wrist or when I “forget” to replace the battery in your giant face in the living room. I like it when you are disabled and oh-so-easy to forget!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can go on all day, all night about my pitiful relationship with you, but you are a giant ass-hat and when we are through you will still march on. As if I didn’t even exist for one second.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Time heals, time repairs, time is order and time is fair. Oh, really? I don’t care.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am through with you and don’t forget, you heard it here first, that you are nothing more than a curse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You may not hear it every day. But there are sighs and cries, and dismay. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The only time someone has ever had anything good to say about time is THANK GOD THAT IS OVER! Whatever came their way has passed and that is the ONLY good thing about you. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Let’s not meet again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sincerely, the best person that ever came your way. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bye , Bitch!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Read more of CM’s writing: Wild Man of the Hunt<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tina Riddle Deason<\/strong> writes under the name CM Riddle. She is an author, creator, mother, grandmamma, and a High Priestess. She has published several articles and books, including those about rituals and ceremonies. Tina lives with her husband and “fur-babies” in Rohnert Park, CA. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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