Dear John,

I'm not afraid of getting hurt, but I can't respect myself for staying around to be your quarterly relief valve. It's taken so long for me to finally admit it to myself... I keep thinking we share the same goals, but every time I turn around you abuse my budget. And it hurts, John.

You kept forcing your "upgrades" on me whenever you felt like it. And if I tried to resist, you'd simply refuse to support me any more. That's not a preferred relationship, John... you simply used me, dominated me. It was always about you, you, you. You never thought once about me.

My needs were so simple, John. I needed you to service me well, when I needed it. That's what's great about Vyatta; they rise to the occasion when I need them, and don't keep pounding me at the end of every quarter.

I've finally found balance in my life with Vyatta. Being free from an unnecessary tyranny is so liberating! I guess that's ultimately what it's all about, John: Freedom to do what I want to do, when I want to do it. From this point forward, it's all about me.

Sincerely,
Facing Forward

PS: You left a box of PO's in my room; I burned them.