Dear John letter to 2020 (Guest post by Linda)

December 31, 2020

Dear 2020,

When we first met, I have to admit, I was intrigued. You were alluring. Our relationship was much like all relationships when they are new; they show so much promise. Up until I met you, I had been pretty good at manifesting what I wanted. I had so many hopes and dreams for us. In January, I saw a bright future.

But we didn’t exactly get off to a good start, with the Australian fires and all. You clearly wanted to get my attention, and believe me, you did! And all the while I was hoping to put out each fire you were starting, I couldn’t help but notice you were going behind my back, being secretive and unfaithful. I’ve had partners who cheated before, but you, YOU take the cake! You were spreading your virus like an STD, causing many people to get it without even knowing how they were infected! Truthfully, I was suspicious right from the start. By the time I met you, I had already heard about your reputation for spreading a virus and I was apprehensive.

But because I am a romantic, and I like to give people the benefit of the doubt, I overlooked the early telltale signs. Little did I know then that you were creating drama everywhere you went- floods, landslides, cyclones, hurricanes, locust swarms, murder hornets and political strife.

Even though I was hearing rumors about how abusive you had been to other people, I kept giving you the benefit of the doubt. I knew you couldn’t be as bad as they’d said. I knew that if I stayed positive, and looked at the bright side, I could manifest what I wanted. I could bring out the best in you. I knew I could! At least, that’s what I had been told and what I wanted to believe. Even as country after country and state after state was being shut down, I struggled to remain an optimist.

I looked at your better qualities: you wanted us to spend time alone, with no one else. You wanted us to have quiet nights at home, cooking together, not spending money to eat out. You didn’t want our kids to take advantage of us by dropping off the grandkids for babysitting. You didn’t want the little ones bringing their germs to us. You didn’t want me to be out shopping and spending money. I get it. I thought you were just looking out for me and my best interests. I was flattered that you cared that much. You just wanted to do what’s best for the earth you said. That’s why you insisted on the lockdowns.

But then it began to feel a bit invasive and controlling. Like you wanted to be with me ALL day EVERY day. You wanted to tell me who I could see, and when I could shop. You even wanted to be in charge of the schools being open or closed. You wouldn’t let me go to my favorite restaurants. And you prohibited me from seeing my own mom! Like, who does that???

And then the unthinkable happened. You showed the world your darkest side. You stopped hiding your prejudices and hatred, creating protest after protest. You made the truth seem like lies and lies seem like the truth. That’s when I knew we had to go our separate ways. But threatening to leave you only made things worse. You decided you wanted to look good. You wanted to be better than everyone else. So, you made sure the Dow Jones had its biggest drop ever. You took pride in having a record number of claims for unemployment. And having more Covid cases than any other country. Now it was obvious. Your ego had the best of you. The more I spoke of breaking up with you, the more stunts you pulled.

And this was all only after dating for 3 months! JUST 3 MONTHS! Whatever was I thinking?

Being “a bit” codependent, I held on hoping you would change for 9 more LONG months. But now, on December 31 , I say, ENOUGH! I’m breaking up with you 2020! Good riddens.

Now… where’s that Al-Anon phone number?

Pandemically yours,


About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). #FindingMyVoice #ScienceMatters
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