Shower Curtains

Dear Shower Curtains,

   I barely knew ye before you became grungy with soap scum. Maybe we put too many expectations on you. Three people showering every other day on average is a lot of suds to handle, and you don't really have any resources to clean yourself. I'm not sure if any of us have ever cleaned you ourselves. We were so excited by you right off the bat. You were heavier and more expensive than all your predecessors. The steam vacuum in our shower did not even phase you. Where other curtains clung to our ankles like nervous children in front of strangers, you stood your ground shifting only when you needed to readjust. We love you shower curtain, we really do but you are getting old now. Our love affair was fleeting, but while it lasted no other could come between us (or at least the shower and the rest of the bathroom). I hate to use the word novelty when referring to something that was once so wholesome and genuine. You have served us well and continue to do so, and just because you're looking a bit more long in the tooth lately that does not mean we will kick you to the curb. We can appreciate fine art, we three are artists too. Shower Curtains, you are the creme de la creme, you bring an effortless serene to your work and you never whine or complain. I would even say you get better, more fearless with age. For that I will always appreciate you. One day I will come home and you will hang in our washroom no more, but it will not be by my hand.