This woman’s letter to her husband is going viral on the internet! It starts like this:
“My dear husband!
I apologize,
I’m so sorry you haven’t had enough attention in the last four years. I’m sorry your needs come second. I assure you, you are one of my main priorities, but you are not already the most important!
I know you have needs, desires, dreams, and intentions. When I say I want to be your support, I’m not lying to you. I know that you are tired of my justifications, that I am tired, that my head hurts, and that I hardly sleep at all when you try to approach me. Believe me, I wouldn’t mind having as much power as I did five years ago. I wouldn’t mind having as much power as I had two weeks ago when I washed, ironed, and put back ten bleach baskets. You didn’t see that, because I didn’t want to deprive you of precious sleep.
I know that sometimes it seems like we’re business partners. And so it is. There are days and weeks when I think so too. I want the best for our marriage. Because together we’re damn good.
The problem is that my brain and body are fully oriented to be the mother of boys who look like you perfectly. Even when they are fast asleep and we are sitting on the couch watching a movie, my brain remains in maternity mode. I think of tomorrow; I’m thinking about what it will be like in ten years. I’m worried if you have clean shirts for tomorrow. I worry about money, baby development, and milk. If we have enough milk. I can’t break up with the maternity ward. I’m currently a mother. And that consumes me physically, emotionally, and mentally.
I don’t want you to think you’re no longer important to me. I couldn’t live without you and I wouldn’t want to. But one thing is certain: you are mature and can take care of yourself. When you come home from work, you get the worst of me. The best was exhausted by our children. I’ll tell you a secret: some days my best version just doesn’t exist. It’s not ready yet.
I can’t worry about your health, the health of the boys, the dog, and me. Guess who I’ll ignore? Not you. Not children and not dogs. When I say I’m sick, I haven’t slept enough, it’s because I haven’t had time to take care of myself. Yes, you suggest I go to the doctor, eat better, drink more water, but I am the last priority. I know it’s not fair, and I’m not complaining. I simply explain that sometimes you need to give up. Because one person cannot do them all at once.
I worry about your allergies and spasms in your knees. I worry about the kids and the dog. You do a lot for our family. I don’t know anyone who works harder than you. I haven’t met anyone who cares more about others and me. Every time I see how you help others knowing you don’t want anything in return, I fall in love even more. You are the best and loving father in the world.
I’m not the one you married 11 years ago. I changed and became a wife, mother, friend, and scheduler. I plan and buy. I’m a cook. I’m a housewife. I’m a nurse and a librarian.
I would not change anything. I don’t need another life. I love you and I love the life created for us. Yes, I am no longer that impulsive woman, who consumes alcohol and is sexy, with whom you once met. I am a mother. And with that, I said everything I had to say
Always loving,
Your wife.”