Dear Katie...
I didn't know whether I was gonna continue writing these letters. I don't have anyone to send them to, and the single one I have written is just sitting in my bedside drawer along with my wedding ring and a few pictures of us and the kids. But it seems like I'm still connected to you if I do this, like you're still hearing every word I write. It just feels like the right thing to do.
So anyway, Ella and Jamie came back from my parents' house last night. They seemed pretty tired, but still chirpy and happy as always. Ella misses you, we all do. But I think she does especially. She manages a vague "mama" now and then, but she's so much quieter. Of course neither she nor Jamie know what's really happened, they just think you're on holiday or something. Jamie keeps asking "What will mummy bring back from the seaside?" or "When is mummy coming home?" and I can't answer, I just stare at him with a huge lump in my throat. Ella of course doesn't say much else, but I'm trying my best for our kids.
Seeing as it's your funeral in a few days, I've been going through all of the clothes in our room. I really want to be the one to choose the dress you wear, the hair piece they wind around your gorgeous curls...and guess what! I found that top you loved but thought I lost when I had to go down to the laundrettes. I remember the row we had that night, cursing and yelling over a bloody top. Those days we would scrabble for anything to have a good rant over.
But anyway, I picked out a really nice purple dress with little black sequins all over the bodice. I think I only saw you wearing it once, but I remember you looked utterly beautiful. I'll drop it round at your sister's house tomorrow so she can get it where it needs to be.
You're probably wondering what's gonna happen with our kids at the funeral? Well truth is I'm having to palm them off to Lizzie's for the weekend. I feel so ashamed but they can't know the truth yet.
It still feels like I'm writing to a real person you know? Like I'm gonna get some sort of reply some way or another. This is sort of like therapy in a way, I don't feel so awful now when in my head I think that I'm talking to you.
Well I should go spend some time with Ella and Jamie. I can hear that bloody TV blaring some stupid program! I love you, as always, and so do the kids. Stay safe up there lovely.
Lots of love for my Angel Katie,
Aaron xx
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Dear Katie...
Teen FictionAaron is a thirty six year old man with two kids and a high end job. However, he recently divorced his wife Katie. Much to his surprise, she let him have their children, the house, and practically everything they ever owned. She told him she was goi...
