From Letters of Note:  Frida Kahlo to Diego Rivera, 1953, awaiting the amputation of her leg

“I’m writing to let you know I’m releasing you. I’m amputating you. Be happy and never seek me again. I don’t want to hear from you, I don’t want you to hear from me. If there is anything I’d enjoy before I die, it’d be not having to see your fucking horrible bastard face wandering around my garden.

“That is all, I can now go to be chopped up in peace. Good bye from somebody who is crazy and vehemently in love with you.”