I have decided not to speak to you anymore because I feel ignored when we speak.  Even when you are talking to me, it is as if you are not talking to me at all, but at a sounding board.  I may as well be an inanimate doll.  I may as well not be there.  If I can program a mannequin to nod and say yes every so often, then put it in front you, you wouldn’t even know the difference.

I have decided not to speak to you anymore because I need to have my opinions acknowledged every so often.  I have thoughts myself, and even though I am open to the idea of listening to yours, I think mine should also be listened to every now and then.

I have decided not to speak to you anymore because I realized my own importance.  I matter.  Not just you.

I have decided not to speak to you anymore because even though you sometimes do let me get a word in edgewise, you would go off on your own tangent afterwards, as if I never said anything at all.

I have decided not to speak to you anymore because you always start our conversations asking about how I am, and I always take that questions seriously, but you never do, it’s just a conversation opener with you.  I know it’s nerdy to think over that question every time, and not consider it as the socially accepted formality that it is, but I can’t help it, I need to be asked, and I need to tell.

I have decided not to speak to you anymore because even though I know all these things, and think all these things, and feel the way that I do about them, I know that I am still going to speak to you when you ask me, and for that reason, I really really really have to not speak to you anymore.