This time you let me down and left me this letter. You promised me that,” I choked out as I pressed my thumb against the tiny diamond solitaire that he’d placed on my finger just six months ago. We’d sit on our front porch swing, holding hands and watching our grandkids play in the yard. “You always told me we’d grow old together. How much more pain could it take before it just exploded into a million pieces? It sucks so damn bad.” A sob tore from my chest. “It isn’t fair you know… a letter isn’t the proper way to say goodbye. Swallowing hard, I forced myself to continue. The autumn wind caressed my face but wasn’t enough to dry my tears. “Your Mom brought me the letter today.” The pain in my chest was so sharp I had to fight to keep from bending over and screaming.
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