As usual, you’re holding your troubles close to your chest, thinking I can’t understand. Me being the wicked stepmother and all. For years, I’ve let you run the show on who we are. I’m tired of that. Maybe it’s because I’m old and you don’t scare me like you used to. Or maybe it’s because I’m alone now, and life looks different to me. Believe me, honey, I know what it’s like to be unhappy in your marriage. One disappointment feeds on another until one day you leave him. You become the trapped wolf who eats her own foot to be free. But if you’re like me, you discover that the world is a big, dark place. And love—even if it isn’t what you’d thought it would be—is the only light for miles. So, Birdie, darlin’, I understand. I don’t have any advice for you. If there’s one thing I’ve discovered in this life it’s that deep truths are uncovered alone. My prayers are with you and Jack and those beautiful girls. XXOO Anita P.S. Don’t bother writing back.
