Dear Ronald,

I have finally found the strength to say to you that this is it. It’s officially over. I just can’t take it anymore. Instead of “lovin it,” I’m hatin’ it.

Every week it’s something new. Something else that leaves me feeling even more sad and depressed than the last time I saw you.

I can’t take it anymore, and neither can my body. I deserve better. Rhianna might not be able to walk away from Chris, but I am walking away from you.

Who was I fooling thinking that I could just see you every now and then and not be drawn back into you and your unhealthy ways? You really had me fooled I must admit. I saw you flaunting your new stuff but underneath all of the so-called “goodness” the all new you was just the same old you.

As soon as I got over to your place, it became so obvious that it was all a ploy to get me to come back to you and then wham—you hit me where you know I am weakest.

Well, I’ve had it and I am officially walking away. I don’t care how many times I have to watch “Super Size Me” to remind me why you are not the one for me.

I’ll pulled up to your bumper baby for the last time. You won’t be seeing me anytime soon, I don’t care what “new changes” you make, I won’t be fooled this time.

Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, same on me.

So you can take your two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed and golden arches and find some other sucker who doesn’t mind a side of stroke with their Big Mac and fries cause this sista is kicking the habit for good.