One doesn’t just throw nearly 20 years of together out in the trash on a whim.
That’s why I fight still, every day.
Some days I lose hope.
Some days, you say something which shows me you’re at least thinking of us, our future, and trying to come to grips with me and how I have changed.
The changes are not done.
The changes have only begun.
And yes, I worry that you cannot or will not accept them.
But until such time as that is confirmed, I will not give up on you.
