This is a letter to Golf.

Dear Golf,

I've been meaning to say this to you for a while now, but after the time we spent together yesterday, I finally found the words. There's really only one way I can come out and say it, so I'm just going to come out and say it.

I hate you, Golf.

I really, really hate you. As in, "I hope you catch a combination of Super AIDS, Gonorrhea and Mad Cow Disease all at the same time" hate you. And then, just when you think things can't get any worse, I hope you catch that flesh eating bacteria on top of that. That's how much I hate you, Golf. I had to put this down in writing so I tell you properly. I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate you, you dirty fucking whore.

The sad part is that it never used to be like this. We used to have a pretty good thing going together. But then things changed between us. I guess it was inevitable, really. But still, what you did yesterday was the last straw. There's a point alcoholics and drug addicts reach that's known as "hitting rock bottom." Yesterday was rock bottom. Yesterday held such promise. We really started out on great terms. Things were looking up. But after only a little while, it didn't matter what I tried to do for you, Golf. All you did was throw it back in my face and laugh at me. Taunting me. Belittling me. And that's just something I can't abide.

I feel bad that things got this bad between you and I. But you know as well as I do that rarely is it ever just one side's fault when things just don't work out. I'll admit that I can take some of the blame for this. I really didn't spend the time with you that I should have, especially lately. I know friends and family would try to get us back together fairly often. The problem was that you made it such an uphill struggle every time I gave in and tried to put forth the effort. Our time together just isn't the same anymore. My blood pressure and anger management training can't take any more exposure to you. So this is goodbye. So long, farewell. We had some good times, Golf, you and I. But those days were long ago. Now there's nothing left but wreckage and ruin between us. I've got better ways to spend my time. I hope you're happy. Sorry things worked out this way. I really hope you don't hate me as much as I hate you... But I wouldn't blame you if you did. I put my share of abuse on you, but I think we both know who took the brunt of the punishment yesterday. And it wasn't you.

Sorry,
Maki

PS: I think we should have one last fling for that family tournament tomorrow. After that, it's goodbye. I'm serious this time. Let's put on a good face for the kids, at least.