Breaking up is hard to do!

Dear Left-over Chocolate Cake,

I hate you.  Ok, I don't hate you, I love you.  Which is why I hate you.  You sit there on the counter barely wrapped in plastic.  You don't even have the decency to properly cover yourself.  I wish you were never baked!

P.S... I see you have been hanging out with that fork again.  Every time I look at you,  that fork is hanging out on your dish.  I think this is the main cause for our problems

Sincerely,
The Hockey Wife

Dear Snow,

I hate you.  Ok, I don't hate you, but lately you have become so needy.  I cannot always stop what I am doing and shovel you every time you pile up.  I didn't want to have to tell you this, but you have overstayed your welcome.  Please melt!

P.S... I think it is best we spend time apart.  Maybe next year I will be ready to see you again.

Yours Truly,
The Hockey Wife

Dear Red Wine,

I hate you.  Ok, I don't hate you, I hate what you do to me.  It is like drinking with Jekyll and Hyde!  One moment you make me feel so good, and then the next morning I don't even recognize you.  I cannot take the headaches, nausea, and exhaustion you cause.  What is that?  You have heard this all before?  You think I will come running back to you?  This time I am serious.  It is over!

P.S.  Please wear your best label tonight, we have company coming over!

Cheers,
The Hockey Wife

Dear Hockey Game,

I hate you.  Ok, I don't hate you, I hate what you have become.  We used to have fun together.  I would often dress up and look forward to seeing you.  But things have changed between us, you don't seem to understand that.  I know you are the same game; sixty minutes, three periods, and two intermissions...but I am not the same girl as when we met.  I now have children.  I have new priorities, and you have to be placed on the bottom of the list.  I hope you understand.  I am sure we will always have a connection, whether I am there or not.

P.S... It's not you, it's me!

Best of Luck,
The Hockey Wife

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