OH COME ON NOW...

Dear GA,
I tried to make this easy on the both of us but you apparently had no intention of playing fair. I asked you not to try and win me back and now you have gone and dragged Addison into this. She left you a long time ago. She, like me, is trying to move on. She has her new life in a new city and here you go dragging her back to Seattle when the threat of losing another is just too much to bear. How shameless can you be?

And if that isn’t enough I hear through the grapevine Izzy is sick so I look like the bad guy for leaving a sick, potentially fatally so, friend alone in her time of need. Nice, really classy. And don’t even get me started on that little stunt you pulled with Sloan and Little Grey. Seriously have you no decency left?

Well it won’t work. I told you before my life is very busy and I have no time for your shenanigans. JJ and Damon have me quite wrapped up in trying to figure out a way to get THE 6 back to the island. I am dealing with time-traveling quantified physics for crips sake. I don’t have time for Crazy Emotionally Unstable Bailey and broken wankers.

Please just let me go. There are plenty of others out there who are willing to follow you down whatever twisted hallway you lead them. You are just making yourself look foolish and it’s really just sad.

Sincerely,
Donya

OH TO BE LOVED BY A CHILD

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

As many know, Adlay has been called Monkey from the day she was born. It happened very genuinely and it has lead to a collection of monkeys to rival Jane Goodall's, but there is one, above all the others, that she loves the most. Bananas is his name and he was given to her by my parents about 1 year ago. Bananas goes EVERYWHERE with her. They take every nap together, play together, she begins and ends every day with Bananas by her side. So as you can imagine he has been loved very long and very hard and has begun to show the wear of that love.

So seeing that Bananas would need to be apart of her life for many year's to come, I purchased Bananas 2 in case the tragic day came when we needed a replacement. When Bananas 2 arrived today I was taken aback by how much Bananas the Original has changed. His color is dulled, his fur is matted, his stuffing is worn and his neck is threadbare because of constant hugs from a precious little girl who loves him dearly.

All this made me think how wonderful and pure is the love of a child. Adlay loves Bananas unconditionally. She finds comfort in his presence and she doesn't think twice of his worn and tired appearance. She doesn't care what he looks like, she just knows he is always around and brings her joy and companionship.

If only we all could love as a child does. Without prejudice, without judgement, just love no questions asked. Wouldn't that be a wonderful world indeed?

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

NOT JUST ANOTHER DEAR JOHN LETTER

My Dearest Grey’s Anatomy,

This will be the hardest letter I have ever had to write but the time has come for it to happen. I really think we have reached the end of our relationship. I think we should start seeing other people. I know this may come as a shock to you but hear me out.

I have stuck by you through the rough times, the civil war replica bomb, the surprise ex-wife, the organ stealing, the ferry crashes, the OR ceilings caving in caused by massive indoor plumbing issues and the Kevorkian interns but lately you have just become too demanding. It’s like I don’t even know you anymore. I mean all the high school-esce fighting, the doc-swap-a-thon and for God’s sake Izzy knockin’ boots with a ghost, it’s just too much. My life is already so full I can’t handle another Calli, semi-pro lesie relationship or Mark sleeping with one more random person.

You are so foreign to me lately that you it’s like you are freakin’ Chinese and now you ask me to follow you whilst you save a serial killer. No my dear, this is one rabbit hole I don’t think I can go down with you.

Oh I will always cherish our good times. The time when Bailey sang me a lullabye, all the times we danced it out, the time you made me the house out of candles, and the music. Oh the music. You brought such wonderful new melodies into my life and for that I will always be thankful. Even after all this I still think it is best for the both of us if we go our separate ways.

Please don’t make this harder than it already is by trying to lure me back with empty promises of how you can change and how it will be better this time if you have one more chance. I don’t want this to be awkward, so if we see one another from time to time let’s just resolve to smile, nod and go about our business. I know you will find someone new who will fall for you the way I once did. I just hope that you can find the strength to pull yourself together, for your own sake. Take care my old friend. Maybe one day we will cross paths again.

Love,
Donya