I've been supporting you for over thirty years.
Sometimes I loved you.
Sometimes I hated you.
We've partied all night.
We've spent quiet nights at home.
We cried over spilt milk.
We got a lot of attention together.
I've pushed you up.
You've pulled me down.
I realized I didn't have to take it anymore.
I cut you down to size.
I thought we had come to a mutual appreciation of each other.
This week you have been scaring the hell out of me.
Hopefully before the weekend hits we will know you were just messing with me.
Because even though I love the new you, I wouldn't risk my life for you.