I’m breaking up with you because you’re mean.

Sometimes you’re so nasty that you won’t even let me carry out a conversation with my friends. All I hear is your voice telling me I’m stupid, ugly, they don’t like me, they wish I wasn’t here.

You do that. You get in the way when I try to talk to people, and you’re always telling my I’m no good. You erode my confidence and steal my joy.

I was shopping at my local Farmers Market last week when I saw a woman near me juggling her bags of shopping.  Given she only had two hands and a lot of bags this was quite a task!  She picked up the eggs she’d just bought, fumbled and then dropped the carton onto the ground, spilling eggs over the grass and cracking a few.  I went to help her and what do you think was the first thing she said?

“Oh, I’m such an idiot!”

I helped her clean up the eggs and said something about how I often think I can carry more than I can.