I know I've said this hundreds of times, but I'm sorry. It's been four days since you received my letter and I've heard nothing. Don't you care? Don't you care that I'm falling apart? That everyone I have ever known and loved has dropped me like some worthless scum?
Look, I'm sorry I couldn't make it to Charlie's birthday last month. But it's just a birthday. And it was only his first, so you know, we have years left to cherish with our babe.
And I know the pregnancy wasn't easy and I wasn't around as much as you needed, but you know my buddy was going through a shit divorce and I was just trying to have a good time for him. Are you still holding it against me? Helping someone?
I need some money for food right now, babe. I'm starving. Just a little bit of cash to keep me going while I stay at Henderson's. I'll even use it to get a new tie when I land my big job this month. I have an interview in the morning.
Don't give up on me, baby. I need you. Hope you let me back home soon. Henderson's couch smells like shit. Say hi to Charlie.
I love you.
The #100daychallenge writing series is my way of holding my right brain accountable for all the brain fog in hopes that I'll learn to creatively organize my thoughts and learn something(s) new about myself in the process. The challenge includes prompts from the San Francisco Writers' Grotto's 642 Things to Write About. You can also follow my #100daychallenge here.