Day 12 of 16: Writer’s Digest Writer’s Prompt Workshop
After years of unhappiness, you’ve finally had enough and have decided to quit—but we’re not talking about your job. Write a letter of resignation to someone other than your employer—your school, your family, your favorite sports team, etc.
You and I are done. We have been “friends” since I was 14 years old and I just can’t take you anymore. From day one you have caused me tremendous pain.
I thought as we matured, you would improve. Behave better, treat me with kindness. But no. You wouldn’t give me a break. Even though we only saw each other about a dozen times a year, you couldn’t treat me with respect? You couldn’t just come and hang out? No, you had to make yourself known. You were loud. You were obnoxious. You were cruel. Everyone knew you were here, even when I tried to keep you under wraps.
You embarrassed me more than once. At school, at work, out in public, anywhere you could. I don’t know why I put up with you for so long. Actually, that’s not true. I know why…because I needed you. I was dependent on you. As much as I loathed you, I respected you on some level, you were essential. Without you, I wouldn’t be who I am today.
I have a confession to make…I used you. I got what I wanted and then disposed of you. You see, I saw a doctor about you and it turns out, you were bad for my health. We both agreed that you needed to be terminated.
So goodbye Flo, I wish I could say it was nice. But to be honest with you, it just really wasn’t. I happily say goodbye to embarrassing moments, cramping, bloating, anemia, hemorrhaging and pain.
Now I can wear white any day of the month, I no longer need to count out my vacation days around you, and I can say goodbye to those ugly long sweaters that covers all that is happening below the belt.
Enjoy your after-life. Wherever that may be. I really don’t care, as long as it isn’t here with me. It was nice while it lasted. No, no, it wasn’t. I don’t know why I said that.
One Happy, Non-Menstruating Woman