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Monday night hurt
So let me start from Sunday night, as we were laying in bed, just about to fall asleep, my husband tell me that he wrote a letter and that it is on the alarm clock, I ask, can I read it now, he says, no some other time. After what happened over the weekend, I thought it was going to be a hate letter, so I fell asleep dreading the thought of reading it, it really scared me to have to read it.
The next morning, as soon as I wake up, I grab the letter out it in my purse and get nervous to when I will read it. So, I get ready, get in the car open it up and read a few sentences while I'm driving, then I stop because I thought "I'm going to crash (which sometimes, I feel like doing on purpose)" put the letter aside, drive to work and parked. Opened the letter and started to read it, the letter was about him listening to some songs in the kitchen on Friday night and thinking back how things use to be. It made me cry, I thought also about how nice it was a long time ago and compared it to now and saw how it had changed so much.
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