This letter was not a sweet love letter. It was a rant. I was so frustrated and it just boiled over. It wasn’t a mean, nasty letter though, just a cry for help. Literally.
I wrote it in the midst of my anger. I know, I know, that’s a no-no, but my hands found a pen and paper soon followed and next thing I knew I wrote a letter and before I could second guess myself, I put it in his office and shut the door.
I put the letter out of my mind because he needed to read what I had to say. I worried how he would react because he doesn’t do well when it comes to feelings. Surprisingly he reacted better than I expected. The letter seemed to help some (that’s assuming he could actually read it [I have messy handwriting that only gets worse when I’m upset]).
Tomorrow is a new day and a new chance to improve what we effed up today.