John,

It’s been about a year since you walked out on me and I’m still broken but healing. I tried to get you help for your emotional problems, be your constant support and steady love. When you started talking in scary paranoid delusions, I got frightened and forceful and told you to get help or get out. You chose to leave…

I still don’t understand why you didn’t trust me enough to get help. We were best friends before we ever started dating and even when we got married, it just solidified our friendship. You were the love of my life and our chemistry was something that made other couples jealous of us. I told you that I would never leave you, that I would always love you, that you were free with me. So why did you think you had to leave?

You’ve been in touch since then and I keep waiting to hear you say that you’re sorry, that you love me, that you still want me, but that never seems to come up. Do you even miss us? Our relaxing nights drinking by the fire? Our silly inside jokes that we laugh at even though it’s been years since their creation? Wrestling matches that always seem to lead to other things…

There may be a day when you decide that you want us to get together again, and you need to know that it’s too late. Since you’ve been gone, I’ve learned how strong I really am, how valuable my love is, and that I’m worthy of someone who truly appreciates me. You will always have a special place in my heart, but it’s time for me to move on.