OPEN LETTERS
An Open Letter To The Man I Married and Somebody That I Used To Know
I’ll Always Remember Us This Way
Dear (Ex) Boo,
I sat down to write this letter, typed “Dear (Ex) Boo,” and could already feel the lump in my throat and tears stinging my eyes as I held them back to see my screen. I feel my heart throbbing in my throat, and my lips begin to quiver as nineteen years of memories flood my entire body.
I got a message from you this afternoon while I was on my lunch break, and for the longest time, I was scared to tell you what was on my mind — but I’m over it now. At this point, what have I got to lose? Today, I sat in my car thinking how bizarre it was to communicate solely through a co-parenting platform with someone whose body parts were on and in every single one of mine for the better part of two decades. And what an overwhelming tragedy it is to have ended that way.
On August 22, 2022, I received a letter from my lawyer saying that my judgment had been filed and ‘your material status was terminated.’ And for a split second, it was like someone had told me I had died; everything I ever was since June 18, 2005 — didn’t exist anymore.
I’m only four paragraphs into this letter, and I can’t seem to keep my glasses dry long enough…
