I still love you. I always will, but you didn't, don't, however you want to put it. I know you don't understand, because you've never felt true love. I hope you do one day, because it's beautiful, and I don't ever regret feeling it.

You aren't the right person for me, and clearly I am not for you.

This isn't a letter of wanting to get back together or even about trying to travel back in time. It's just something I want to say to you, but I know you'll take it as some sort of manipulation, or attack, or plot to make you feel bad. So I can never send it to you.

The sad truth is, I don't think you know how to accept or give love, which is why we got married. You thought it was love was and then your therapist helped you realize it wasn't.

I want to tell you these things because I forgive you. Of course I'm hurt, of course I'm mad, but it doesn't mean I can't see it wasn't your fault. Or my fault, it's something we both needed to go through apparently.

I hope we will be able to talk again, I know you're a good person. I don't agree with your decisions in regards to your daughter and letting me see her, but I don't doubt you think it's best in your mind.

We'll both be ok, I'm already most of the way there. I hope you are too, but until we can talk again, I'll just wish you well from here.

Always wishing you well. -T