"Today was my first attempt to leave our home. Ever since I wrote my last letter things have gotten worse...but the last straw was last night when you came home drunk, had sex with me and moaned out the name of your assistant.
Am I stupid for staying after that? Yeah...maybe. A part of me believes you'll remember and beg for my forgiveness but my common sense says otherwise.
I know for how long this has been going on and I've been trying my best to let it slide, ignoring it is the best way to keep you obliviously happy and keep myself by your side.
I can hold my breath and say I'll be alright but my overall energy has been dropping significantly. My therapist insists it's the emotional baggage, how I try to carry everybody's burdens and never prioritize myself for once but is it wrong to put us as a main priority? I love you, I want us forever...Why are you doing this? Please help me fix it.
Yours forever, Lily."
