Òyì nke e mepụtara

Ashlea, I’m not writing this to fight for you or convince you of anything. I’m writing it because you deserve to finally hear what I should have said a hundred times and never did. You stayed. I need you to understand what that means coming from me because I know what I put you through. I couldn’t pay rent. I lied to your face. I spent money that should have fed our kids. I watched you hold everything together with both hands while I fell apart over and over again and I let you do it without eve