Dear Comcast,
Comcast...Cares?
I am leaving you this note on the fridge because I can’t bear to face you. I can’t bear seeing the look in your eyes when I tell you that it’s over. This off again, on again blamefest has come to an end. I was always there to support you financially, but you never reciprocated with the kind of love, the kind of consistency I needed in my life.
This isn’t easy for me. As I close this chapter in the book that is yet to be finished, I know I will look back on our times together with some hints of fondness. I am sure we will cross paths again, someday. I hope that we can smile, exchange greetings, show each other a base level of respect and courtesy.
I have taken the liberty of leaving all of your things at your office, so, aside from this note, this is goodbye.
Or is it…