She did not do this to me. She made a choice that hurt. I can make her the villain, or I can accept she is the hero of her own story and she doesn't need me. She is the hero. I accept that.

I am not diminishing her. I said what I felt needed to be said. Now, I am not surrendering. I am releasing her.

She is a strong, beautiful, capable woman. She will succeed no matter what. I am hurt by her choice, and that may remain for some time. I am not trying to control. I am letting go.

I respect you, and myself, enough to stop trying to hold on when you have chosen to leave. Your choice is yours to make. It hurts me, and I might disagree. But I promised to always encourage you to ask for what you want. You have asked. I will step back and let you do what you want to do.

I'm not watching. I'm not chasing. I'm not begging. I am letting you go. I am setting you free. I am letting myself be free. I forgive all, and I take the lessons forward with me, incorporating what you have taught me. I hold a beautiful memory of you. I love you. I miss you. It's never too late. But I know, it's not now.

You'll always be Mrs. Bubbles, my beautiful, bubbly first wife.

I have love and gratitude for our time together. My loved ones will know a better man because of you, and they will thank you. My children will know a better father because of you, and they will thank you. I thank you.

You are the hero. I know it. I believe it. I love you for it. I love you for being you. Keep being you.