Not a letter of reconciliation

My best friend in college taught me that writing was a good way to vent... Just never send the email. Since that day in 2009 when some kid ticked me off on a group project I wrote about it instead of emailing them a snappy and nasty reply. Now, I have over 47 drafted emails mostly to my ex-husband-to-be and others.  I drafted an email for him about four days ago with an excerpt of a conversation he was having with the same friend that he has began to slander me to... The narratives are completely opposite.

Well today. A minute ago. I sent that email. No it wasn't because I want to reconcile or makeup. More so i wanted him to realize as a couple we are on a journey; you cared about me. Yet, in a moment of difficulty, you hate me and I'm the worst kind of person there is.  Marriages are hard; people change, I met him when I was 19 and I had a lot of growing up to do. Marriage is patience;it's work. Sometimes you need space.  

How ironic! In the chat he had with her he described this fierce love for me so much that he called it LIKE a lot (red flag number 1, I will probably address this in a blog but then I thought it was cute)


*** I never finished this day but I will publish it as is