I love you, but . . .
I love you, but . . . if the thought of staying with me makes you feel trapped and uneasy and sick and awful, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if my love doesn't give you strength and if my love doesn't comfort you, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if you resent me for who I am and the choices we've made together, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if what you're really looking forward to is the end of May and not the middle of March, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if you look back on the years we've spent together and you feel cheated or unhappy, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if when you picture us together when both we and the boys are older it doesn't make you smile, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if I cause you more pain and sorrow and conflict than joy and stability, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if my voice, my face, my body . . . if I don't flash through your head throughout the day, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if wearing your wedding ring feels wrong to you and you can't imagine putting it back on, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if the only value and good quality you see in me is that I love your boys and take care of them, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if you only say you love me because you don't want to hurt me, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if you want to do things to sabotage our relationship and drive me away, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if you don't feel you can trust me and share your pain and darkest secrets with me, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if you don't love me . . . if you don't want me . . . if your greatest desire is to push me away . . .
Let me go.
I don't want to go. I love you more than anything. I want to feel your arms around me and hear you tell me that you love me and that everything is going to be OK. I want to search for any bit of hope . . . anything to hold on to. I want to be the one that you crave . . . I want to be the one that you trust with your love, with your life, and with your secrets. I don't want to go. God, it's the last thing in the world that I want.
But if you don't want me . . . let me go . . . let me move back home to my parents where I can fall apart and someone, even if it's not the person I want, can wrap their arms around me and dry my tears. I can endure anything if I have your love, but if it's gone, don't let me hurt alone. Just let me go.

Actually, I appreciate that.
