You need to get out of my life.
I have had it up to here with your poking and prodding and constant presence.
You know who you are.
You've done your damndest to bother me and bug me and keep me awake at night.
But it is time to move on. Go back where you came from.
Yep, I'm talking to you, nursing bras. Go back in the bin, I'm through with you.