Today I woke up early, and I began my day like many others in complete and utter sadness. The only difference is I woke up today with a bitter taste, and anger I have never felt before in my life and I began to write. I wrote for hours a letter I intended to read my wife about our entire situation. I started every line with "im angry at you for" Their were 5 pages. I wrote down everything I never got a chance to say in the heat of our breakup, and I wrote and ending as well.
My intent was to write it for myself as much as for her, but the more I wrote it the more I found I needed to say these things to her, before I could even attempt to move on. I phoned her, and requested she come home for an hour but she refused. She said we had rehashed our marital breakdown enough, and she needed to be free of all the sadness too. I pleaded with her to come home so that I could have my final closure but she would not relent.
She eventually offered to listen to me while I read her my letter over the phone. It wasn't everything I wanted but it was something I suppose. I read my letter with every line beginning with
"im angry at you for....." and with 5 pages of it, I was surprised she listened to it all. I read the letter in it's entirety, and felt better. She claimed she didn't want to come over face to face and deal with this anymore, that I was just trying to make her feel worse, and that she already felt bad enough about what she had done. She said I was trying to manipulate her by using guilt, to get her to come home and face my emotions once again. I explained to her that I wrote that letter not out of a sense of punishment for her, but as a sense of release for myself. Even though her being made aware of it all was in sense emotional punishment for her to hear.
I read the letter to her on the phone, tears streaming down my face sitting on our living room couch. It was good to air some of those things in which I may not have said, in such a fashion. I have never written such words in my life, and I hope to never have to again. I left a copy of my letter to her on her computer desk upstairs. When I leave our
marital home I want her to see it, and remember.......
I didn't get to express myself face to face, but I at least got it all out to her. To her credit she listened to the whole thing, and I believe her when she says she's going to be alone for awhile. by herself now for awhile. Our trust bond is completely shattered so their can be no reconciliation, every word out of her mouth seems genuine enough, but I just can't take it for face value anymore.
I've officially lost my best friend and partner, and at the time I felt great getting it all out. As I sit here now typing to you all, I feel another wave of senseless despair. Im so angry at her that I wish she will feel this side of the pain one day, and im angry at her even more that I would wish that pain upon her.
I long for the day I will wake up and feel the utter release.. of complete and honest apathy towards the end of our union.