I hate to see you hurt like this. You of all people. Not really sure why that is. Never the less, I really hate knowing that you're hurting. And believe me, I know how you hurt. I know the anger & the confusion & the loneliness. I know the feeling of absolute certainty that you will never feel that way about anyone else again. I wish I could tell you that you will get over it & that there is someone else for you, but I am most definitely the wrong person for that job.

I would give anything to be able to fix all of this for you & give you back your husband... the one you actually wanted, not the one who walked out the door. But I can't do that. I really can't do much. All I can do is tell you that I truly understand all the fucked up emotions you're going through. I can also go do ridiculous things with you... skee ball, movies, finding new bars... whatever you want. In fact, I'm beginning to realize more & more that you're not the only one who needs these distractions. Getting out is good for me too.