Hey AAC, have a seat. We need to talk.
Look, I know you’ve probably heard some things about how I’ve been talking to my ex, so I think it’s time for me to tell you the truth: I want to break up. I know it seemed like things were getting serious, but I think it’s time we face reality. This was never going to work.
I know it seemed like we were on the same page when we got together, but it was really just a marriage of convenience. There was just so much pressure to get into a new relationship when all our friends were getting married and we didn’t want to be left behind. On paper, it looked like a good match. We all have basketball teams and football teams and we all desperately wanted to get into the exclusive P5 club. But the chemistry just wasn’t there for me. I know it’s harsh, but I could just never get excited about ECU or Tulsa. And it was just so much better with my ex; you could never live up to the comparison.
And, look, this shouldn’t come as a surprise. I told you how upset I was that you just didn’t seem to care about what was important to me. And that TV deal? It really showed that you don’t respect what I bring to the table, and that our priorities just don’t match up. And when I told you how important our friendship with SNY is, you blew me off. That just wasn’t OK, especially considering you were willing to make concessions for Navy. I won’t stand for being treated like a second-class citizen. I mean, I’m the only one bringing (non-imaginary) National Championships to the table here. I can’t be the only one bringing home the bacon and get disrespected on top of it. I mean, do you realize who I am? Have you seen my banners?
Not to mention, this long-distance thing is has really taken its toll. You’re moving to Texas, and I’m New England to the core. Our backgrounds are just too different. We don’t have enough in common.
And that’s not to say it’s all your fault. I’ll admit, I’ve been looking for the door since the moment we got together. I just never felt comfortable hanging out with your friends. Tulane seems like a good egg, but the rest of them? No thanks. And, to be fair, I was trying to be someone I’m not. I’m a basketball school, always have been, always will be, and I just can’t pretend that football is a priority for me anymore. Especially when it’s hurting the things that I do care about. I can’t sacrifice myself for this relationship anymore.
And, yes, I know things with the ex will never be the same. We know. But we just understand each other better. We have more in common, and we care about the same things. Not to mention that the ex is local, and I like to stay close to home. And the chemistry? Well, I won’t go into details but let’s just say it’s hot. And I know we fought, got mad at each other and sometimes we even hate each other. But we belong together. It just feels right.
And while things certainly aren’t perfect for football, I’m strong and independent. It’s time that I take control of my own destiny. I’m in charge of my future now. No more compromising the things most important to me to keep the peace. It’s time to do what’s best for me, and I just can’t do that with you anymore.
So I hope things work out for. It’s just time for me to move on, AAC. It’s not you, it’s me. Best of luck, let’s get coffee sometime.
