I still remember when we first met. I was just 5 or 6 years old when you brought paper cones filled with flowers for May Day and the beautiful ribbons of maypoles. Since I lived in upstate New York, you took me away from the dreary winter into spring.
Even when we moved to Texas, I still loved you. You brought the rains that kept the grass & trees green and kept the weather cool before the intense heat & humidity of summer. You also brought me the end of school each year.
Like any relationships, we have had our ups & downs. There was the Memorial Day flood in 1981 and final exams once I reached high school. But there were also award banquets, proms, and graduation.
As an adult, you brought me a wedding and the surprise birth of my first child (August is still jealous that you stole that one), which also brought me Mother’s Day.
I can trace the strain in our relationship back to 2006 when you added end-of-school activities to our relationship. Since then, things have continued to go downhill.
I’m sorry May, but I can’t stay in this relationship any longer.
You are asking too much of me. I can’t do another year of Mother’s Day, birthday, three piano practices, two jazz band rehearsals, a band concert, an orchestra concert, STAAR exams, an AP exam, a piano recital and piano guild, all in less than ten days.
And that is just ten days out of this month. It doesn’t include the band banquet, two more birthdays, an anniversary, a band concert, end of course exams, end of school projects, solo & ensemble competition, and academic awards ceremonies.
You have become too needy, and I can’t take the parenting stress anymore. I’m sorry, but I just can’t do it.
The only option I see is for us to break up.