I'm sorry, but we have to break up. It's not me, it's YOU. You keep throwing nasty things at me, and I'm tired of putting up with your crap. Oh, there's been some good times, but for the most part? It's sucked.
So, pack your bags, and get the Hell outta here. I'm ready to move on. It's for the best.....
PS - the last bit? Last night, when you decided that FIL needed to have a relapse of his COPD that sent him to the ER? And now caused him to be admitted to the hospital AGAIN? Yeah. That did it. Don't let the door hit ya where the Good Lord split ya!
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