It's Not You, It's Me...

Dear Planned Barrenhood,

It's not that I don't appreciate the time we've spent together, but I've grown and matured and I am moving on with my life. It's not you, it's me... even though, yeah, to be honest, I was beginning to hear things about you that creeped me out a bit.

I have my sisters to care for (cancer) and I thought you would understand that I have to focus on them, now. Your constant demands for attention seem very selfish. We had some good times. Let's leave it at that.

Your angry voice mail messages and thereatening e-mails make me believe you never really cared about me as you claimed to. I see you have even enlisted your friends to bully and harrass me (even a politician should know to behave better). But it's over. I hope you will now find the will and the decency to let me go and wish me well.

Yours sincerely,

Susan G. Komen

 

P.S. I saw you parked outside my apartment last night, and if I see you again, I will call the police. Also, please stop sending me mix tapes.

 

UPDATE:

It looks like Susan G. Komen has caved under pressure and has - sadly - returned to an abusive relationship with Planned Barrenhood and its thuggish pro-abortion friends.

A shame, too. I was about to send a donation. No pink ribbons, now, for me.