Remember.

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 My dearest Michelle,

I'm sitting here with a heavy heart, trying to make sense of your departure. I don't remember hurting you, yelling at you, insulting you, or mistreating you in any way. I don't recall cheating on you or breaking the trust we shared. If I wasn't giving you enough, I thought we had a bond strong enough for you to tell me, and I would work harder. If it was less love, I believed our connection was deep enough for you to share your feelings, and I would strive to improve.

I vividly remember our wedding day; you promised to stand by me until death parted us. We vowed to face life's challenges together, for better or worse. You said I was yours, and you were mine. Those words echo in my mind now.

Every day, our children ask about you. Lilian looks out the window, hoping you'll return. I'm running out of words to explain your absence. Our son blames me, thinking I drove you away. The pain in their eyes is unbearable.

As Lilian approaches adolescence, I worry about guiding her through womanhood without your loving presence. Your absence weighs heavily on me. People avoid me, assuming I'm to blame for your departure. The isolation is crippling.

Michelle, please come back home. I need you. Our children need you. Our community needs you. If I unknowingly hurt you, I apologize. Let's work together to heal and rebuild our family. I yearn for our peaceful, happy life. I long to see your smile, hear your laughter, and feel your warmth. Please Remember.



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