Now this may actually be it.
I love you so much.
I am done.
My life with you, wonderful.
But me alone, horrible.
This is the last you will here from me.
I am killing myself.
Once the kids are older, explain to them why I am gone.
I literally love you to bits.
By the time you read this, I will be gone.
Yes, this may be a "selfish act."
But it will make me happy.
Make me free.
I love you so much. I love everything about you.
Everything.
Bye, Boo.
