Dear Coffee,
I miss you.
I know it feels like I’ve been distant lately and I’m really
sorry about that. It’s not that I don’t love you anymore, I swear, it’s just
the smell of you floating down the hallway in the morning, through my bedroom
door, makes me want to puke.
Please don’t take it personally. It’s not you. It’s her:
[There's no 'proof' that's she's a girl...but I think only a girl would be selfish enough to make me choose between her and coffee. My boys would have never done such a thing]
You haven’t done anything wrong. You are perfect and
wonderful and lovely and without you, I wouldn’t have been able to make it the
last ten years or so. I know that at the time I started distancing myself from
you, we had gotten really, really close. Too close, some would say, but I didn’t
think so. I thought we had a pretty good thing going. I ran on triple shots and
you never once let me down. When you were around I felt like I could accomplish
anything.
I promise that as soon as the smell of you no longer makes
me want to vomit, we’ll pick things up right where we left off because, let’s
be honest, there is NO WAY I’m going
to be able to raise three kids without you.
I need you to promise me that you won’t leave me in the
meantime. I know it’s a lot to ask, for you to just wait around patiently for
me to return but, I swear, I’m coming back.
I’m not happy about it, trust me. Of all the things this
little one changed up with her surprise appearance, when she decided my uterus
would make a good place to be, the loss of our friendship is the one I mourn
the most.
It’s not because the advice nurses told me to cut down, I
swear. Remember when I was pregnant with Logan?
And Brodie? We still hung out all the time. I promise that I would never let
some What to Expect book dictate our
relationship. I didn’t succumb to peer pressure about giving you up.
I just can’t handle the smell.
I’m sorry.
I’ll be back for you.
Love,
Krysten
