After five months, 29,000 miles, 16 states I’m driving home to retrieve my heart.
There was a time when every mile I drove was to be closer to you. But niw, and for five months, every mile has been further away.
I was wrong to betray you, keep secrets, and use lies to cover up my shame, humiliation, and remorse. I’m sorry for the harms and hurts I’ve done you, our family, and our home.
Someday I hope you can forgive me and find your heart.
But by any measure it’s time for me to move on.