The handwritten letter to my wife sat in my car for a week, maybe two.
The words on the letter sat in my head for a month, maybe more.
I'm not sure why I picked today to finally pass it on ... the timing was terrible. But I guess that's what made it the right time. I knew without a shadow of a doubt I meant them.
"I want you to be happy. If the only thing I can do to make you happy is to let you go, then that's what I'll do."
Two simple sentences that change everything that happens from here on out. I have no idea what's in store for me next. Part of me doesn't want to know.
I feel like I'm damaged goods, and always will be and nothing and no one can change that.
This is my life now.
