Breaking Up is Hard To Do

It’s almost November. The weather is changing, the air is crisp in the morning. We have had a couple frosts here in the mountains. While switching out my summer and winter clothes, I came across an old letter from the Chicago years and thought I would share it. For the record, I don’t miss the Old Man at all. Haven’t called, haven’t mourned, haven’t given him a thought until now. Here’s the letter:

Dear Old Man Winter,

We need to talk. The snow between us has piled up high this year; and well, we’ve just drifted apart. I still care about you, but I don’t feel the same way anymore. It’s not you, it’s me. My feet are cold. My eyes are watering from the bitter wind. My car door froze shut one too many times. I tried to fight it, but… I can’t do this anymore. This is so hard to say…. There’s someone else. I am in love with… well… summer! There. It’s out in the open. I think we would be better off as friends. I only want you to have the best.

You’re a great guy, and I have so much baggage. It’s not fair to you. I think about the hot sun on the beach all the time. I think about going barefoot. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it. I think about planting my garden all winter. I even think about how good it feels when I get into the hot car after being in air conditioning. I know, I know! I have betrayed you and I am sorry. But if I stay, I would only drag you down with green grass, sunlit evenings, and high temperatures. Everything happens for a reason.

You are too good for me. You have always loved me more than I love you. You deserve so much more. Think about it – you have sleet, sub-zero temperatures, freezing rain, blizzards, snow squalls, and lengthy power outages. You have darkness at four p.m., gloomy skies, messy boots, 57 car pile-ups, ice storms that tear down hundreds of trees in a day. I just can’t compete with that. I mean, you are so strong and serious. And you are young; you have time to find the right one. Someone better is just around the corner.

It obviously wasn’t meant to be. If we were meant to be together, I would like gloves. I would love itchy wool hats and salt-stained boots. I wouldn’t mind kicking the ice out of my wheel wells, or scraping my windshield for the fourth time in a day. I would look forward to sitting in traffic for hours at a complete standstill, only to slide backward into oncoming traffic. But I don’t, OKAY! I JUST DON’T!

Now that I think about it, it’s not me, it IS YOU. You are a cold hearted beast with icy fingers! You never think about how I feel! You stay out late and wreak havoc and think you can just waltz in at 4:00 a.m. and screw up my commute and I am supposed to be okay with it! You think you can just show up at 3:00 in the afternoon and dump ice on major highways and I’ll just take it! Well let me tell you, winter, I AM D-O-N-E. Done, you hear me???? You can do whatever you want. I don’t care what you think or what your stupid snowy plans are. I don’t love you anymore.

I’m leaving you for summer and you can’t stop me. I hope you find some cold hearted fool.

Until hell freezes over….


The boots.

The boots.

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3 Comments on “Breaking Up is Hard To Do”

  1. Anonymous Says:

    Ah the thoughts of winter that brings the happiness of summer



  2. Dana Says:

    Aren’t you glad it’s milder here in the N.C. mountains than it is in Chicago. Four seasons and the one that comes before winter is not called “mud”! I, for one, am thrilled that you dumped old man winter!



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