Joely Sue Burkhart

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Letters in Chronological Order

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Dear Dr. Connagher:

I’ve made a terrible mistake. I’m miserable. And I have no one to blame but myself.

Writing you like this is my only sanity. You’re the only person I can talk to. What am I going to say to Daddy, once the hardest working man I know, now confined to a wheelchair and his bed, mute and unable to care for himself?

You were right, Daddy.

What do I do now? How can I complain about my marriage to him when he’s lost so much more than me?

All I lost is you, and it was my own damned fault. My own choice.

Sometimes sneaking in here to you, I feel like I’m having an affair. After all these years, you still have the ability to scare me spitless. I’ve taken vows, I made a serious commitment, as you said. When I give my word, I keep it. You know that. I gave my word to Richard and I said “I do.”

Yet if you walked in here today and crooked your little finger at me, I’d follow you. I know it. No communication beyond my one-sided letters to you, and I’d break my word, dishonor my vows, just to be with you.

Sometimes… I’m crying here. Sometimes I wish you would drive up, roll down your window and turn those powerful blues on me. “Come with me, Rae.” And I would. Without hesitation.

I thought I was saving myself by leaving you. But now I’m drowning myself day by day. It’s a slow murderous death. Please, Conn, if you cared for me even a little…

Save me from myself.

~ Rae

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