My Relationship is Over

My Relationship is Over
Dear Political Science,

These types of conversations are never easy so it might be best for you to just sit there and take it like a subject.

I think the inevitable is here and we should probably break up. When Im with you, I think of other things like English and that sexy new guy Math. I know, I know, I said I was really into you, but I think the honeymoon is over. Sure, we have great times here and there, like yesterday when we locked eyes during the discussion of the tenth amendment and the courts giving states their rights again. There was also the time that we shared a video on the subject of how the federal government nationalized the Alabama National Guard, so that two African American students could attend the University of Alabama. Maybe it was the Bobby Kennedy or JFK on the big screen that really put that *spark* there, but it was magical nonetheless. I still don't understand why the State national guard had to receive executive orders to be a NATIONAL state nat'l guard, and you talk yourself in circles when explaining. I need more from you.

The bottom line is that you are smothering me. Every night when I get home from hanging out with Geog, and Eng, and Algebra, you're like, "What the f*ck? Where have you been? I have so many things to explain to you right now. In fact, I wrote them down and I want you to check out sixty pages worth..of my feelings, of what makes me...ME." *yawn* I think we need to have more of a "closed book" relationship if you know what I mean. You're so emotional and long winded.

When you talk, I'm listening to other people.

When you quiz me on what you've just said, I freeze up because halfway through reading your letters (it seems like you write books, not letters), I start thinking about other more important things. Chips. M&M's. Bad breath. The new season of Brothers & Sisters. My daughter.

That's another thing. You don't care about my child. I mean, I thought when I entered into this relationship with you, that things would be intense, but I had no idea that you would suck the life out of me. Let's face it, Gia comes first and at this point you are trying to push against that. Unacceptable.

There is something else I need to tell you. Last night, after I put my pajamas on and let my hair down, and you crawled into bed beside me and opened up your book looking for a little action.... I was secretly reading an In Touch magazine while you stared up at me with your big blue words. I'm not even ashamed. Sure, this is an awful venue to say things like this, but had you made it a little more exciting in those moments where my guard was down and your book was open, maybe I wouldn't have had to balance the checkbook or read magazines while you were...well, you know what you were doing. (by the way, seeing how many 'post-its' you could hang from your index, stopped being funny/cute weeks ago.)

While I'm confessing, last week - while you were away in my backpack - I logged into online algebra and spent the night doing it until we asleep. That's not all. Last Thursday, when I told you we would spend time together, and then at the last minute I said I was tired....? The truth is, I hammered out a quickie English paper. it was fast, and good, and it turns out, I got an A. Maybe that's the problem. I'm more of an English kind of girl - creative and spontaneous - and you are more of a fly by the seat of bookshelf kind of ...whatever. I'd say person, but you're so stiff its like you're not human.


We've been doing this dance for some time, and I think that it might be best to ride it out, just until our little semester, Fall 2010, grows up and spreads its own wings. After all, we need to set a good example. When our semester is gone, I'm going to clean its things out of the house and put a gym in its place like other mama-students with empty nest syndrome do. Who knows, maybe I will adopt another semester. One from a foreign country. A friend of mine says that a lot of little classes are homeless and I would like to open my home to a whole semester if I can. French 25, Spanish 101....

So, I will try to see you as little as possible until December 16th. Maybe We can just keep our conversation to minimum and have that Professor on campus be our mediator.

Always,

Megg
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