My Grey Sweatpants Just Dumped Me!

To My Beloved,

 

I want to start off by telling you that I really enjoyed my last few months with you. 

Honestly, I didn’t realize we would be spending this much time together when this pandemic started. 

Before all this struck us, it used to be only those occasional Sundays. But now date night seems like I’m going down the Black Hole and seems to stretch longer than the mozzarella cheese of that New York pizza you ate in that tiny restaurant in Nolita just off Soho in Lower Manhattan last summer. And why you may ask do I still remember that particular time? It’s because I yet get a whiff of the vodka sauce of the pizza and it leaves me all nostalgic as I think about the first time you laid your eyes on me. Right after lunch you popped into the Lulu Lemon store next door and tried me on and lo and behold ... we were the perfect fit! 

It's like we were meant to be!It was love at first sight!Sigh!!!

I’ll never forget the first night we spent together! You decided to snuggle into your blanket and watch Netflix and I was paired with your favourite ivory coloured Calida t-shirt. Endearing! 

On that cool rainy day, I gave you a sense of sustained comfort as you sipped hot chocolate and I heard the sweet pitter patter of the raindrops on the windowpane as I took in the famous Bombay monsoons with you. I was convinced that this would be the beginning of a blissful and fulfilling journey with you. 

 

A warm life…

 

You took so much care of me like you do of all your clothes. You never discriminated amongst your fancier ones and on special occasions I even got ironed. This only made our bond stronger. All the effort and love you put into me only made our relationship more secure.

 

However, during these last few months everything has changed! 

It’s been catastrophic to put it mildly. You hardly wash me anymore and repeatedly wear me. You’re snacking all the time and tiny crumbs keep falling on me. One time you even dropped some red wine on me which left a permanent scar. 

Despite being over worked I never complained but it hurt terribly when I heard you complaining to your friends about me. You said how you hated wearing me and I made you feel depressed and fat. You said you’re stuck at home with me and wish you could just go out and wear your finer clothes. All this while you were wearing me under that fancy blouse you put on for the video chat because the computer camera would never reach me; so your friends would never know and just feel you ‘dressed up’ for chatting with them and ‘to feel good and alive again ‘. 

It’s like you just don’t care anymore. I feel unseen and my feelings aren’t taken into consideration. 

 

Rude does not even begin to cover how you have treated me. 

 

You’re just so lazy now. But I’m over worked with no acknowledgement. Do you even know what other fabrics like jeans feel like? Have you wondered if you would even fit into them anymore?

 

I guess as they say ‘life happens ‘. Feelings change … People change ... You and me ... us ... spending so much time together; it’s just not healthy. We need space and I need my freedom to just...be!

 

I don’t feel special. I feel over used and under loved. So, it’s with a very heavy heart that I must take this drastic step.

 

I’m breaking up with you.

 

I’ll move back into the far end of your closet. You could try using my siblings which you bought from the same place you procured me. Or maybe if you’re feeling adventurous enough you could even throw on a dress. You have lots of options to choose from which you haven’t give so much as a glance to since this pandemic started. You have become too needy and clingy and you have to understand that I can’t possibly be your everything. You need to start focusing on yourself now and we need to spend time apart.

 

Maybe someday we could possibly spend a night together again over reruns of Sex and the City. 

 

Hopefully we will still be friends and I'll always cherish the memories we shared together. 

 

Goodbye and all the best,

 

Your grey sweatpants.