Hey.

Hey you.

Obstinance.

Stubbornness.

You need to get out.

No, really.  You need to bug off, and get out of here, now.

No, you can’t stay.  You cause me trouble at work, trouble with my clients, trouble with my family, trouble with Cohiba, even.  You bring out the worst in me.

Plus, Obstinance, you’re a bully. You choke up creativity and you stifle kindness. You completely abandon love and even responsibility.

While you did help after the accident, Tenacity and Determination and I could have done it without you.  Actually, come to think of it, we did do it without you – you just tripped over our feet from time to time.  If you hadn’t helped, I wouldn’t have cussed out my nurses. I wouldn’t have unlocked myself from the wheelchair and pulled myself back into bed (which was really dangerous, by the by). There’s a lot of stupid stuff I’ve done that I don’t like; I just did it because of you.

So, listen, it’s not me, it’s you, and it’s just not gonna work. Smell ya later.

(This break-up brought to you courtesy of the Daily prompt)