For example, I doubt you ever thought I would notice, but there’s a big discrepancy in our bank account. I remember you telling me about a convention you were supposed to go to, but you never went to New York that weekend. Where did the money go? I know it’s been a few years, but I noticed it. Why haven’t I brought it up? Because I figured you would tell me one day what happened.

God, I feel so ungrateful but I need to know. We have been married for too long, our family deserves the truth. I deserve the truth.

Maybe I wouldn’t care if it were just that, but it’s a lot more. Every day, it seems as if we are getting further and further apart. You don’t talk to me anymore. We don’t go out. You don’t surprise me with roses, or cards, or anything. Every time we go to bed, it’s to sleep. When was the last time you even made an attempt to arouse me? I remember when I used to complain about how frisky you were. Now I don’t even remember what your hands feel like.

Even Barbara noticed something has been off with you. She said you haven’t stopped by to see her or Brad in several months. She thought you were hurt, or sick, or worse. How could you leave your own mother in the dark? What did she do?

What did we do? I miss the old Robert, the man I married, the man I fell in love with. I remember you were filled with energy, about how much you loved your job. Do you even go to work anymore? Do you have any passion? Any ambitions?

I hope you didn’t forget our lunch date this week. I didn’t, and I should be at the office around 11. We need to talk, because I need to know what’s going on. I’m sure I’m just being a little girl, giddy with intense insecurities, but you don’t give me reason to believe anything different.

I love you,