My Love,

As much as I wish I could feign ignorance as to why you have been avoiding me, even going as far as to file for divorce, I can’t. I know exactly the reason for it and I can understand your apprehension to an extent but I was within reason doing what I did.

Those people, the same people you happily referred to as friends, were causing problems. They embedded themselves into our relationship, into our life together. How could I not do something about it? They were building up to tear us apart, threatening everything we had going for us, for our blended family. They were not the people who you spoke so lovingly about, they were in fact fiends who swindled you into thinking they genuinely cared about you. But they didn’t, they never did.

Once we got married you didn’t need them anymore, I told you that. You had me. You had my kids, our kids. You were now a part of my family, you didn’t need to hold onto the people in your life who would only bring you down with them. But you insisted and who was I to refuse my wife.

I sincerely hope you reconsider this whole divorce process. What I did, I did for us. I know damn well that those ‘friends’ put it in your head, at least the ones that still remain. Otherwise you would still be by my side now, like we promised each other in our vows. “Til death do us part” isn’t something to take lightly, my love, but I know if it weren’t for the intrusively shrill voices whispering in your ear at every turn then you would still be with me, with our family.

So please, think about this and what it would mean for the kids. For Damian. He misses you terribly. He asks for you all the time. He desperately wants to see you, to talk to you, to be held by you again. All the progress he made has slowly declining since you left, he’s reverting back to shutting people out and being cold.

He needs you.

I need you.

Can we please talk this out? Just you and me? I don’t want to keep going through lawyers just to speak to my wife. I know we could make it work, we can fix this. I can fix this if you would just let me. I love you. I love you so much it hurts and I don’t want to lose you. Ever. If you go through with this you will only be doing exactly what those forsaken people wanted. You’ll be giving in to them, helping destroy what we had, what we still have. I know you don’t want that, you don’t truly want any of this to happen at all and it doesn’t have to. Let’s just talk. We can meet at your favorite restaurant, the one we went to for our first date and then go from there. Please, just give me this at least?

Sincerely Yours, Bruce