My Dearest Hopworks,
It's been a nice run, but for now I am afraid we must part. If you must know a reason for my leaving, I have been seeing someone new. They treat me better, pay me more, and occasionally let me drink on the job. You can keep the children. And the highchairs, train-set, kiddy menus, and crayons. But I get to keep my sanity. You can't have that anymore, it was never yours to take. I need some time away from you. I hope you understand. Maybe things can be different in the future.
at 11:16 AM