Please dump me. I can’t take it anymore.  At dinner last night you said “ever since they put a man on the moon, the weather has changed” as an explanation for global warming.  You can’t process a simple thought.  You don’t remember anything I tell you, no matter how many times I remind you or even if I write it down.  I am ready to K-I-L-L you, or myself, just to end the misery.