I have spent a lot of time reflecting upon the choices you and I have made in the past couple weeks.

I have begun to realize that I am the one who can’t make up my mind.

You as always are consistent in your actions. Consistent in your words. Consistent at saying one thing and doing another.

I used to think that if I could find the right words…but I have written you hundreds of letters, sent emails and said everything one could possibly say…

I used to think if I could find the right sacrifice…so I moved thousands of miles, dropped out of college, turned downed countless opportunities, and bought this house…

I used to think if I could just find the right lifestyle…so I went to strip clubs, web cammed for other people with you, tried to open the relationship, and cheated like you did…

I used to think…