I thought we were friends – the best of friends. You took me everywhere with you, always nestled in your back pocket. I got more action than… well, never mind. We shared so many great times and late night pillow talks. Remember when you took me to the beach and we watched the sunset together? You didn't let go of me for hours as we tried to catch a glimpse of the perfect sunset over the ocean. Don't you remember how the sunset light hit your hair? It was so beautiful, I insisted on taking a picture of you so you could always have proof of the perfect hair day. Because of my superior selfie mode, your Facebook profile is the envy of all your friends.

And remember when we got a new dog? You and I would chase that puppy around all day. That was fun until she peed on me. She's always knocking me off the coffee table. But, you'd always come to my rescue, sliding across the floor to catch me. At night, I made sure to save the juiciest celebrity gossip on the dashboard for you. I promised not to tell your husband because I know it's your guilty pleasure. I did all of it for you. You made me feel needed. You made me feel loved. But, things are changing now. The tide is starting to turn, and not for the better. This relationship will not survive unless I get some questions answered.

What did you think would happen when you took me into the bathroom for bath time? Did you actually believe that you could watch your daughter and pay attention to me at the same time? I would have thought that, choosing between your best friend and a baby that's not smart enough to know she can't stand up in the bathtub, would have been an easy choice. I would have thought you'd chose me as I have always chosen you. But, I was wrong.

You let me go without a thought and down into the watery depths of despair I went. It only took a second for you to realize what you had done. But by then it was too late. The trust had been broken, disintegrated, like the cracker that kid insisted on bringing into the tub with her. You sure do know how to pick 'em, don't you?

Your dad's voice was muffled as if he was, well, under water. You turned me off as quickly as you could. I know you felt guilty for what you had done. I know you were mad at yourself. And I am glad. Because after doing the unspeakable, you left me in a cold, drafty room surrounded by rice for days. From my prison cell, I could hear laughter coming from the family room. I could hear the baby running around and you chasing after her. I could hear you reading her favorite stories. And I could hear you and your husband having long conversations. You didn't need me anymore.

I had forgiven you by the time you turned me back on. But, you were different. You realized you didn't need me. Now, you forget me in the car and leave me in your purse when you get home from work. This isn't the loving, committed relationship we once had.

And while I still love you, I am not in love with you anymore.