Mindy Carlson

Dear Winter,

I think we should see other people. It’s just not working out. I’ve been unhappy for awhile now and I think you know that.

To tell you the truth, I’ve met someone else. His name is Spring. He’s a little younger than you and really fun. Spring brings me flowers and makes me feel warm all over. You never did that for me. Some friends introduced us at a party on March 20th and we really hit it off.

Not that you weren’t great. You were. We had some wonderful times together playing in the snow and drinking hot chocolate. But I found you a little volatile and unpredictable. We’d have plans to go out, but something would set you off and you’d throw a fit. Then we’d be stuck home for days while you pouted. And who was left to clean up the mess? Me, that’s who. And I am done cleaning up your messes.

Then there were the times you’d leave for a few days and I’d think, “We’re finally done,” but then you’d show up at my door again and ask for forgiveness and try and win me back. Well not this time. I hear you might be around tomorrow. I am here to tell you that you can save yourself the effort because I’m done. You and I are officially over. Finished. Kaput. O.V.E.R.

Look, you’re a great season. I’m sure if you give me enough time I might want to hang out with you again one day, but we need some time apart. I have a great therapist that I can recommend to help you out with your volatility issues.

I really hope we can still be friends.

Take Care,

Mindy