How many times did I tell you that I wanted to write a book while we were together those 14 years? Since you've been gone this past year and a half, I have written 2 plus more. Buying me a laptop was not the encouragement I needed. Leaving me to simmer in my sorrow was not the way to do it. When you shattered the lightbulb and turned the light out, I switched it back on and can see myself more clearly in this new flattering light. I can also see what's in front of me. Infidels and their infidelity. She is ratchet. I am hammer. So, while I may still be as salty as the Dead Sea, and probably always will be, I suppose I should thank you for teaching me that snakes and sheep dress alike. Thank you for returning me to me. Grazie for your brightness, because it did so used to shine. I hope you find your spark again, but I am no longer your lighter fluid. Thank you for this Renaissance. Grazie for stepping up financially when you no longer could emotionally. Thank you or the pieces of...
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