A letter to Peanut Butter

Dear Peanut Butter,

This relationship is over. I have tried making it work, fitting you into my life, but I no longer can. I have to work on myself, and I can't do that with you always around, lurking in every cupboard, always calling to me.

You tempt me too much with your peanuty goodness. Why do you taste so good in everything from cookies, cakes, chocolate...it is just not fair. I can't handle it.

I have tried to just be friends, to hang out together on weekends, but it does not work for me. The rest of the week I keep thinking about you. I need to start fresh, break free. As soon as I let you into my life just a little, you show up places uninvited, like my hips and thighs. I have had enough, it has to end.

Maybe one day we could meet again, perhaps for breakfast, share some toast. For now, I have to say goodbye. Please don't call me, I will call you.

Sincerely,
Janice