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An Open Letter To The Woman Who Left Me
Much as I wanted to give, I had no more opportunities left. Did I get too lazy? Were you giving me signs, and I was too dumb and ignored them? The writing was on the wall, and I did not see it. But I want to ask, what made you give up?
I thought I was doing what I needed to do. Put a roof over our head, feed us, protect us. I mowed the lawn, fixed what was needed in the house. I did not know we were the ones that needed fixing. I did not realize doors were being locked. There was already a leak, and we did not get to it sooner before it turned into a big mess. You said you would never leave.
Whatever happened to the whole “’til death do us part?” Because it feels like a cop-out now. It feels like the til-the-10-year-itch-do-us-part bit that we’re having. We get tired. We get lazy. Let’s move on. Maybe we should have had that in the contract. We would get renegotiation terms after a specific time has elapsed. Did you change your mind about it? Because I want my say too. I also wanted to protect what was mine and what was mine, I thought, was us.
It’s hard when you try to be civil. It’s hard when you ask to be just friends. Oh, hey, let’s do it for the kids. They still need a mom. They still need their parents. Yeah, I know that. Newsflash: that’s still my job description. I did not think you opted to resign already. You don’t…
