Another morning of bickering.

When does it stop? You tell me it's "all" my fault, that "I" am the one who causes all our problems. I think you forget how hard this is on me. How hard it is to lose part of you. How hard to be the one to take charge of every single aspect of our lives, to make all the hard decisions. To lose part of my best friend, my helpmate, my lover.

I know it's hard on you. That's a given. But please remember we've BOTH had to deal with the future not being what we expected.

You know I love you.

Please remember that.