I’m lonely here. I miss my friends. I miss my hobbies. I miss my freedom. We both made decisions that really are what’s best for the kids, but inside I know you are feeling just as lost and alone as I am. I want to go home, but I can’t uproot the kids again, and I can’t tell you that the mortgage you signed last year is a useless bill we would have to take with us. I can’t tell you that I loved you better when we had our city lifestyle there. I can’t tell you that I loved myself better when I was in a community that accepted me for my differences. I can’t tell you that I feel suffocated and trapped here since my every waking moment is dictated by our lack of outside activities and friends. I can’t tell you all of this because I am afraid you will agree with me and we will undo the one great sacrifice we have made for the kids.

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