Dear Mr. Grave's,
When we first met i never heard of you before. I didn't like your name "Graves'" from the get go. But, there are many strange names now days. You made me temble and anxious right away. I did not even realize it was you making my heart beat so fast. Before I knew it you had moved into my home and completely took over my life. You had me going in circles. i did not know if I was coming or going. One minute I felt good and the next I was mad at the world. You isolated me from family and friends. I did not want to be around them and they did not want to be around me any more. You disrupted my life and even my sleep, ever chance you got. Somethings you did to me was make me go to the tiolet more often than I like to remember.
It was not enough that you played with my emotions. You made me cry, you made me mad and you stopped me from driving my car. You stopped me from going out into the sunshine. You made me pay dearly for enjoying bright lights or even a simple breeze. Because of you I had to wear sunglasses day and night. You made me so ugly, I could not even look at myself in the mirror. You hate to see me at a normal weight. You like me either skinny or fat. Did I ever tell you you make my skin crawl? And I hate what you have done to my hair, what little you left me. You are a "Royal" pain in the back side and every where else. You geet me so stressed out I think I am going crazy. Even though I zapped you with radiation, your presents lingers in my home. I can't get rid of you. I ca get support and learn how to live with you. I can learn to make this unhealthy relationship work better for me. I can make myself feel better. While you sit in the corner while I get on with my life. Nobody wants you. Who can blame them. But, once you move in it is impossible to make you leave. You sure are not any fun. You can depress a Saint.
I did not ask you to stay, but here we are together for the rest of our lives. In sickness and in health from this day forward with no divorce in sight. I can't stand you, but you are all mine.
Call me Mrs. Graves'
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