Dear AT&T: I know when we broke up, it was messy, but we needed to be apart, and we agreed that I needed to see what my world would be like without you controlling all my media access. When I had to move for work, I stayed with you for internet at one place and had the side thing with Centurylink. And we were happy together, C and me. I kept our thing with wireless because you’ve got me in the emotional entanglement of unlimited data, and I’m just not strong enough to quit, no matter how badly you treat me everywhere else.
To be honest about our ISP relationship, I never wanted to take you back. Not like that. I respect myself too much to go back to your games, and I thought we were both okay maintaining our complicated-but-understood wireless fling. But my life brought us back together in the uverse, and I vowed to try harder, thinking I could fix it by myself. Now you’re back to your same old shit, and you’re not giving me what I have to see to feel needed in this relationship.
I’ve barely broken 3Mbps since Sunday, and I’m paying for 15. I can’t stream Ken Burns’ “The Dust Bowl” or “Star Trek” or even MLB network without pixilation and buffering times of 15 minutes or more. I can’t even stream audio, much less have multiple users and crisp, quick, downloads like I got used to with Centurylink. Now I know how good it can be with someone else, A, and I’m tired of the ten years of broken promises you’ve left me with. I’m tired of giving far more than I get. I’m tired of waiting for you to do the right thing. And I’m tired of you taking advantage of people who want to be happy with you but put up with your games because you’re the only shitty option available. I deserve to be respected in this thing we’ve got going on, T, and unless you show that you have a real, meaningful interest in staying together this time around, I’m through. For good.