Rosín-Rose, my niece, sent me a letter (see images attached).
Because she doesn’t know how to write (yet), she stamped the envelope with many different letters in different colors.
I was looking at this and thinking: “maybe one day I will get this from my own kid?..” Then I thought about you… but you have rejected me completely, your husband, whom you married and vowed to stay with until death. Every single day that ends: I am rejected, pushed away, ignored, and buried.
Maybe, just maybe: imagine that the letter from Rosín-Rose was coming from your own kid with me…
Such letter might never exist because you took a complete different path. Or, maybe (y)our marriage can/will be restored.
Even if you don’t care: I still love you.
