Dear Steve,
I have been quite angry with you lately. After 20 years, I just figured that we would be together forever, you know? Idiotic romantic that I am. But, as I think you always knew in your heart - but wouldn't admit, you stubborn ass - your drinking got way out of hand the last few years. Thinking back on our years together, I know that I tried to do everything I could to help you - but you were so lost, and I just couldn't find the right way to help you find yourself.
Remember, when we got married? Our honeymoon was at the state park near Port Huron - you would remember the name, I never could. We had your parents take their trailer up there, and we stayed the week. You were so excited to teach me how to fish and camp, because you loved them so much, and you wanted to share it with me. We both had a blast - And, even though I would touch the fish or the worms without gloves, I caught my first fish, and you took a picture of me with it like it was a big-game fisherman! It was awesome.
There are many other stories of the good times we shared, which I will post at later times when I think of them, but that's the one that I wanted to write about right now. You see, thinking back on today, well, it was really shitty. After finding you on the floor, all by yourself, I was - I am - reeling from the fact that I had more feelings for you than I cared to admit. I'm still quite pissed off, mind you - you know, that drinking thing - but, I just want - I mean, I just hope in my heart of hearts - that you are better off now. I could never figure out why you were so unhappy with yourself - why you hated yourself so much. Still can't...you were a great guy, and had so much potential.
Say hello to Peggy for me. Then do me one last favor, huh? Get some rest...
Love,
Kim
Remember, when we got married? Our honeymoon was at the state park near Port Huron - you would remember the name, I never could. We had your parents take their trailer up there, and we stayed the week. You were so excited to teach me how to fish and camp, because you loved them so much, and you wanted to share it with me. We both had a blast - And, even though I would touch the fish or the worms without gloves, I caught my first fish, and you took a picture of me with it like it was a big-game fisherman! It was awesome.
There are many other stories of the good times we shared, which I will post at later times when I think of them, but that's the one that I wanted to write about right now. You see, thinking back on today, well, it was really shitty. After finding you on the floor, all by yourself, I was - I am - reeling from the fact that I had more feelings for you than I cared to admit. I'm still quite pissed off, mind you - you know, that drinking thing - but, I just want - I mean, I just hope in my heart of hearts - that you are better off now. I could never figure out why you were so unhappy with yourself - why you hated yourself so much. Still can't...you were a great guy, and had so much potential.
Say hello to Peggy for me. Then do me one last favor, huh? Get some rest...
Love,
Kim