A SECOND LETTER TO MY HUSBAND

You continue to be the driving force of my life. Where I go. When I go. Who I can talk to. Who I can't talk to. Make sure I have nothing. I take that back. You give me a pack of cigarettes, new sneakers. I have the same jeans for 6 years. That's pretty good. Accept when you hide my clothes. I always Thank You. You chose to be my Dad. I have tried to explain to you that I don't need a Dad. 11 years with you..I think if you decided to wake up one day and be my husband. That was the day we said I do. This was new to you. I needed to be patient. Your threats. Every promise was a lie that I've see. When you say it's for us. I need to RUN! But now you're still setting rules. My Dad's dead. For you to fill his shoes. That took no effort at all. I tried to tell you you don't want to be him. That's where I messed up. You wanted to be just like him. That was your secret. Success. YOU ARE! It gives you so much pleasure to hope and gloat if I fail. Now, you're trying to talk to me. Bragging to me about your money. You know God you say. That's your argument. I won't be around forever to protect you. You say now you're not leaving. YOU WANT ME TO FAIL. All I tried to do was to encourage you. It worked. You're so full of yourself. I can't do this anymore. You're smelling like my Dad now too. I can't do this. I can't be with you at the end. 'Cause it's not going to be pretty.
I'll be fine. I tried to tell you. You can't treat people badly for years and get God's promises. You can't have it both ways. So. I'm done. Please file for the divorce. You have money. I don't.

Stacy