Postcard #9

Dear Alan, I am leaving. I'm taking the cats too. Just be glad we don't have any children. The fall is as good a time as any to fly the coup and I can't take anymore of your mother's incessant criticism and nitpicking. I've never been good enough for you in her wicked eyes. We had some good times in the beginning and I don't regret it, but I would if I don't get out now. I'm going to Italy with Gino (from the ice cream parlour), he loves me right and treats me like I want to be treated. You haven't made me feel very special for a long time. I've been your cook, your cleaner, I've washed your clothes and waited on you hand and foot. You've been more interested in your work and your fascination with motor-sports than you have with me. I have felt lonely and forgotten. Maybe this is the wake-up call you need. I won't apologise but I hope you realise that you cannot treat another person like you have treated me and expect them to feel loved. No longer yours, Derek.