I am not writing this letter to punish you.
I am writing it because for three years, I trusted you with the softest parts of my life. Then, after the accident, I trusted you with the hardest parts too. That was the mistake that almost ended me.
I will not make it again.
I am safe.
I am with people who know how to love without needing applause for it.
Do not come looking for me tonight. Do not call my mother. Do not call Daniel. Do not call hospitals. Do not call pretending your panic is love.
Tomorrow morning, you will receive a call from my attorney.
My attorney.
The words looked unreal.
I glanced at Daniel. “She’s divorcing me.”
He did not answer.
There are things we need to settle. The house. The accounts. The insurance. My care. The debt you hid from me. The promises you broke.
I will speak to you when I am ready, with someone else present.
Until then, I need you to do something you have avoided for a long time.
Sit in the silence you created.
