This is a difficult letter for me to write.
You've been a big part of my life, seeing me through every stage of childhood and adolescence, and even accompanying me to college. All my roommates knew you well, knew that we were inseparable. We went everywhere together. I spent more time with you than with my own mother.
But, you see, I'm a married woman now, and have been for several years. We can't carry on like we used to. It's just not right.
I'm going to have to be blunt. I'm breaking up with you.
There. I said it.
Look, you know I've tried to do this before. I'd make it a few days without you, and then you'd be there in my living room, begging me to take you back, to give you another chance. You told me that life was better with you around. Everything out in the open. No secrets. Sure, I'd trip over you in the night from time to time, but you have to take the good with the bad, right? And so we never did manage a clean break.
Then I met Isaac and I forgot about you for awhile. I'm committed to him, plus our new place was big enough to keep you out. But you came back. So we moved. And you came back again.
This time, it's really over. I'm a grown-up now, and when I say it's over I really mean it's over. We're through. Isaac and I want this apartment to ourselves.
Sincerely (but without affection),
P.S. I'm un-friending you on Facebook too. So there.