He reached for the letter addressed to Rebecca.
“I wrote this for my next therapy appointment.”
I hesitated, then took it.
Using the magnification feature on my phone, I continued reading from where I’d stopped earlier.
The letter described our arguments.
Ashton wrote about his exhaustion, his fear of losing patience, and the guilt he carried afterward.
Then I reached a paragraph that made my eyes fill with tears again.
I’ve considered leaving because I’m afraid my frustration will continue hurting Sutton emotionally. But when I imagine a future without her, I don’t feel relieved. I feel as though I’m losing my closest friend.
I looked up at him.
He remained silent.
I continued.
I don’t want to end my marriage. I want to stop treating my wife as someone I’m responsible for managing and start treating her as my equal partner again.
