I’m sorry, sweet husband. I miss you desperately, and I will always love you. I loved you yesterday, I loved you today, and I will love you tomorrow.
Not because I had your son, not because I was married to you for five years, not any of that. I just love you, period.
What I did was wrong. We both made so many mistakes. And tomorrow, our divorce is final. And I am the one who asked for it. I was the one who said I wanted out.
What I wanted to say to you today, when I was ranting at you with a vengeance, was that I still love you. I miss you. And I wish you would come home, and I wish things would be different.
But I know you don’t want to change, and part of me is still saying that even if you did, we would end up walking down the very same path, only with even more heartache. I’m is sorry for giving up.
I’m is sorry for not trying harder. I’m is sorry for everything. Goodbye, baby, please forgive me. And dear God, please be kind to me and help me forgive myself.