WW,
This is tough to write. I feel it best to put my thoughts and feelings in this letter because we both know that writing is my most collected expression.
We're coming up on the end of the road we travel together. There's a fork ahead. On the left, is a path that separates us forever. I the right, a path that keeps us united and takes us to reconciliation, redemption, and renewal.
Presently, we are banking hard to the left. I've filed for divorce, you're continuing an extramarital relationship. Those are just the facts.
We don't have to keep heading left. We can turn to the right. We can work through the ways I've hurt you and let you down. We can work through the ways you've hurt me and betrayed me. It is possible. It's possible to start a new life together. One that's built on trust, love, understanding. Closeness. A life that keeps you, me, and DS a family.
The right is certainly not the easy path. It would be difficult. But it's worth it. We are a family. We need to fight for our family, as hard as we can.
I don't say this lightly. I'm hurt. I've got a gaping wound in my chest, spilling my blood into the street. The street you've left me lying in. I'm wrestling with the torrent of emotion, the brutal pain as I try to remove the knife you plunged into my heart. I can't get the knife out. Every time I try, the pain becomes worse. The bleeding gushes even more. On occasion, you return to twist the knife even more. I don't think you mean to, but you do.
We're married. That's not only a bond of the body and mind, it is a bond of heart and soul.
The closer we get to the left side of the fork, the harder I can feel my soul being ripped from me. I'm not like you, I didn't choose this path. If you can cleanly detach your soul from mine, I envy you. Because mine is hardwired to yours. I don't feel like a person anymore. I feel like an empty shell, lying in this bloody, dirty street. So much of my soul has become entwined with yours, this leaves a gaping hole in me. I'm broken. I'm nothing. I'm empty.
Every step towards the left, I feel the tearing even more. The further you sprint away from me, the less of me there is left. The harder I bleed. The shorter my breath.
Given all this pain, given all of my suffering, I must be nuts. Because I still want to limp my way to the right. Our way to the right. Together.
I can't get up off the crimson stained road because that's going to take your help pulling me to my feet. I can't remove the knife because that's going to take your steady hands to do. I can't stop the bleeding because that's going to take you binding my wound.
I realize you have wounds and knives of your own. I realize you're bleeding too. And I also realize that, even though you don't see or feel it yet, your own soul is damaged by this path we're on. I'm willing to step up. I'm willing to remove the knives I've placed in you. I'm willing to cauterize your wounds. I've got a needle and thread, ready to stitch together our souls.
Search within yourself. Can you find it within yourself to do the same for me? Will you help me up off this cold ground? Will you take the right with me?
I'm not looking to place blame. I'm not looking to beat one another over the head and never forgive. I'm looking to start over. I'm looking to get our souls back. Whatever it takes.
Are you going to leave me lying here or are you going to limp with me to the right?
I can't choose. You have to. I'm on the ground, and I can't move.
It's up to you.
[This message edited by UnlovedAndBroked at 2:01 AM, June 6th (Saturday)]