Dear Math,

I'm sorry this may seem so sudden but you can't tell me you haven't been seeing this coming for a while now. You have problems, too many at that, that I can handle and for many other reasons, I have to end us.

At the beginning stages we got along great, it was easy we just fit together you know? 2+2, 4+8, 6+10, I solves the problems, I answered your questions but still you wanted more. At first we understood each other, But since then your problems have only escalated leaving me in utter despair.

You're always wanting more than I can give you and expecting me to know far more than I'm suppose to know. But what have you ever given me? You've made me lose sleep, food, and probably my sanity but where are you when I have problems? My whole life has turned into giving into your demands and I'm not going to be at your Beck and call any longer.

I am not your therapist, I don't have all the answers but in a case where I do you just come back with an even harder problem that I cant solve having me believe I'm not good enough. So finally after all the tears, and lost sleep from hours of solving your issues I'm breaking up with you. Me-you=happy life, I sure hope you understand and I hope you find someone more willing to listen to every problem you come across, you will not be missed.

Yours no longer,

Miranda