I think we've both seen this coming for a long time. You know things between us have never been great, and your buddies the ovaries don't make it any easier. It's been obvious since January that we're simply growing in different directions. And I realize now I was wrong to try to make you change. I tried to shut your pals the ovaries down, to reduce their influence on you. I tried to stunt your growth. We wanted different things. You wanted to get larger and larger, to bleed all the time, to cramp, to push against my bladder, to be the crazy and unpredictable being that you are. And I needed something different. I just can't live like this any more. It's not you, it's me.
Aw, fuck it. It's you. Sayonara, sucker. And goodbye to your little sidekicks too.