Txt.

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On Saturday I said 'no contact from me' 
...and please, no contact from you unless it is about repairing our marriage.

I wrote it out and put the letter into the post pox.

Last night a text: "I know you are not OK, but are you OK?"
I didn't reply.

There was a knock at the door, and I just said to him the truth "I was OK until your text..." and then I began the oh so familiar descent into the pure hell of total abandonment, despair and really, if I could just die now, I'd die...

I suppose the letter hadn't got there...so I wrote it again.
To be honest the letter says more, about money, about me..
But this is the heart of it.


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