When we met, I’ll admit that the relationship was purely physical. You looked pretty good next to all those others, and when I first brought you home…well…I loved what you did for me.
As time went by, we learned how to push each other’s buttons; but for the most part the relationship was still a good one. It helped that you listened to me and did what I asked you to do.
Slowly though, you developed some annoying habits. You stopped taking care of yourself, honestly, you are falling apart. You also started getting louder and louder. I also feel like you lied to me about your ability to handle the things I needed you to be strong for.
It is not only you though, I admit that I am partially to blame. I know my eyes wander at times…it is just…those newer models have so many great features. They also seem strong and capable, yet beautiful and quiet as well!
Please don’t take this too hard. I know that someone else will love you (some parts more than others). I know this is hard, but please don’t cry (our house still smells like mildew from the leaky dishwasher). Always know that you have been great for these past ten years, it is just time to move on. It will be better for both of us.
Sincerely, The Hobbler