I hope this letter finds you well, although I have to admit, I’m not exactly shedding tears over our impending breakup. It’s time we had a little chat, you and I. You see, things between us just aren’t working out anymore.

I know, I know, we had some good times. Remember when we used to laugh together about rising prices and shrinking purchasing power? Ah, the memories. But lately, it’s like you’ve become this clingy, suffocating presence in my life. Every time I turn around, there you are, making everything more expensive and causing chaos in the economy.

I’ll never forget the time you inflated my grocery bill so much that I couldn’t even afford avocados anymore. And don’t even get me started on what you did to my gas prices. It’s like you took a personal vendetta against my wallet.

But hey, I’m not one to dwell on the negatives. I’ve decided it’s time for me to move on and find someone who treats me right. Someone who won’t constantly drain my bank account and wreak havoc on my financial stability.

So, consider this letter my official notice: it’s over between us, Inflation. I’m breaking up with you. And don’t even think about trying to win me back with your flashy promises of economic growth and prosperity. I’m onto you now.

Goodbye, Inflation. It’s been… well, it’s been something.

Sincerely, Me with the help of ChatGPT