Dear Rewards Visa,

I remember the day you came in the mail like it was yesterday (I mean it was only a month and a half ago). You were so bright and shiny and I was so scared to use you. I thought, “I can’t mess this up. We could have something really great here. There are so many possible benefits for this relationship”.

Then something happened, and I had to use you for an “emergency” (A.K.A. I needed cowboy boots for game day.) After that, you quickly became my best friend when I was stressed and needed a therapeutic shopping buddy. You didn’t judge me when I bought a dress I didn’t really need. You let me splurge a little on some new makeup. You became an addiction—a bad habit. You let me see the sunshine, but then one day, the clouds came. They came in the form of a text from my mom with a picture my credit card statement captioned, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”.

So now, it’s time for us to break things off. It’s been fun—really. I got some pretty cool things out of this relationship. But now, I realize how much the next few months will suck while I try to get rid of feeling like I owe you something (I mean, cause I owe you like a lot). I’ll have to keep myself busy at work and tell myself that you were just a fling. You and I aren’t meant to be. You’re like a glass of top-shelf bourbon sitting in front of an alcoholic.

Please don’t be offended when I put you in the drawer and act like we’ve never met. Maybe it’s just bad timing. Maybe one day when I’m older and more mature, our relationship will have a new start. Until then, this relationship will just have to collect some dust while I work to get a fresh start without you burdening me.

You Know You Love Me,

Former Credit Card Addict