Leaving you on my desk

Here's what I plan to do. 

I really just want to leave you. But dang it's so hard. I wish I could leave you. Each time I leave, and you follow me through, its like carrying a sack of rice upon my back.

I truly hate the fact that you cannot stay still on my desk. Why couldn't you? Is it because I'm not good enough to draw the boundaries?

Should I consider divorcing you then?

Talak 3.