Txt.

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.