Aug
It’s not me . . . it’s you
Lorna Freeman
I think that it’s time we considered ending our relationship. If we’re honest with ourselves, I think you’ll see that things aren’t as exciting as they used to be. To be blunt, our day-to-day interaction has become somewhat stale. In the beginning the time we spent together was exciting. You always had something new to offer and I was more involved in our relationship (I recognize that this breakdown is partially due to my own inaction). But I’ve grown tired of keeping up with you. You’ve changed. You’re overbearing, annoying, and you’ve started to get into all of my business. I need some space. I need some privacy.
Facebook: I’m breaking up with you.
I’ll admit that I’m concerned about how my friends and colleagues are going to react to our breakup. They know you as a conduit to get to me, which is great, but the quality time I spend with them has seriously diminished since you’ve shown up on the scene. You give me a false sense of security, leading me to believe I’ve connected with those in my life when in reality I haven’t spoken to them in months. You’re tricky that way. You used to be a help, but now you’re a hindrance.
I’m starting to suspect you’ve got a bit of a big mouth too. I question how many people are privy to what I share with you. I know you say you’re only sharing my stories with the people we’ve decided are part of our inner circle, but I’m fearful that may not be the case. I don’t want to take that chance any more.
I just wonder what other communications professionals think about me turning my back on you. Maybe they can convince me otherwise . . .
Not to mention, he keeps changing his look every few months as though as he’s not confortable and confident in himself.