A letter style reading My love, Juniper, I don’t mind being alone in my tower, but this time, it feels like torment. All my treasured things are here, my books and my wine, too much wine, and now my thoughts are running wild. I am trying to understand what happened, sex with my own wife should not leave one so befuddled and yet here I am, replaying it all in my head. I am confused, to put it bluntly. Whenever I used to think of you, prior to our separation, I would feel love and desire, comfort. Now, I feel hollow. Despite what’s happened I do care for you. and please know that I love you. I don’t know what the future holds for us and I’m terrified. Will you leave me for good? Will we divorce so it’s official? It is all so uncertain and I resent the fact I don’t have the answers. I miss you, everything about you. I miss spending time in the garden you love so dearly and oh, I miss our girls, our perfect girls. They will return to me soon, but you will not stay. You don’t stay, not anymore. What should we tell them? They’re getting older now, they’re not stupid, they know things. I am uncomfortable keeping them in the dark and I question the wisdom of doing so. You give me so many mixed signals, you confuse me, and yet I want to understand. So desperately. I am not sure how much more of this my heart can take. We can’t be so irresponsible and do that again, you know we can’t. As much as I enjoy it, it is stupid. It makes us feel like shit, Juniper, I don’t want us to sleep together and feel anguish afterwards. I have never wanted you to feel that way, and it is equally as unfair to me. I hurt in ways I have not experienced for years. I want to fix things. Can I? Do I have a chance? Let me love you again. I can be better, I want to be better. Please come home. Let me try. - Gale
My love, Juniper, I don’t mind being alone in my tower, but this time, it feels like torment. All my treasured things are here, my books and my wine, too much wine, and now my thoughts are running wild. I am trying to understand what happened, sex with my own wife should not leave one so befuddled and yet here I am, replaying it all in my head. I am confused, to put it bluntly. Whenever I used to think of you, prior to our separation, I would feel love and desire, comfort. Now, I feel hollow. Despite what’s happened I do care for you. and please know that I love you. I don’t know what the future holds for us and I’m terrified. Will you leave me for good? Will we divorce so it’s official? It is all so uncertain and I resent the fact I don’t have the answers. I miss you, everything about you. I miss spending time in the garden you love so dearly and oh, I miss our girls, our perfect girls. They will return to me soon, but you will not stay. You don’t stay, not anymore. What should we tell them? They’re getting older now, they’re not stupid, they know things. I am uncomfortable keeping them in the dark and I question the wisdom of doing so. You give me so many mixed signals, you confuse me, and yet I want to understand. So desperately. I am not sure how much more of this my heart can take. We can’t be so irresponsible and do that again, you know we can’t. As much as I enjoy it, it is stupid. It makes us feel like shit, Juniper, I don’t want us to sleep together and feel anguish afterwards. I have never wanted you to feel that way, and it is equally as unfair to me. I hurt in ways I have not experienced for years. I want to fix things. Can I? Do I have a chance? Let me love you again. I can be better, I want to be better. Please come home. Let me try. - Gale
I invite you to partake in this sad bit of the #Tangleweave timeline. Poor Gale, this isn't his sole problem to fix. 🥺 Thank you @whirlinginroses.bsky.social !
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