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Kit,
I’m glad I can write you these letters whenever I need to. I know you don’t mind. You’ve always been a great listener.
Something’s going on with Cheryl. I’m not quite sure what it is yet, but something has changed. It’s been a long time since I saw her do something other than text on her phone or watch TV. I’ve been trying for years to get her to go outside, even something as small as going on a walk with me during lunch. We work in the same building for Christ’s sake. But you know how Cheryl is, she’s always been an ‘indoor’ kind of girl. I can’t even get her to eat on the patio anymore when the weather is nice.
Anyway, to my surprise, she told me the other night that she had planned a date with her girlfriends and she was going out on Friday. I haven’t seen her excited about something in such a long time, I think I might have even smiled at her. I knew she had some friends at the office, but I didn’t know they were the ‘hangout’ kind of friends. She must have had a great time though, she didn’t come back until late the next morning, one of her friends dropped her off. Her makeup was all smeared and her hair all over the place. It must have been one hell of a night. She went up to bed immediately. I tried bringing her up some food later in the day, but she ended up throwing up instead as the smell hit her. I don’t envy that hangover.
Some husbands would get upset that their wives are out having a good time without them, but I can honestly say that I breathed a sigh of relief. Cheryl has seemed so unhappy for so long, I’m glad she’s finally getting out there to live her life. God knows there’s not much for her to do around here. I’m not the partying type, as you know... or well... not anymore anyway. She did tell me that she’s going to make a habit of going out and I’m thrilled for her. Honestly, the less she’s here, the less I feel responsible for her happiness.
She still keeps bringing up children every other day. I wish she’d stop. We don’t have sex anyway, so kids aren’t going to happen. I wish she’d just give up on it. She wants me to go to a doctor to get pills and then to a fertility consultation... Now that I think about it, that’s probably why she went out drinking. We had a fight about it the day before...
Anyway, you don’t want to hear about that. You know how I am, always talking about me, never asking you how you’re doing... or anyone for that matter. I wish I’d stop being such a selfish person all the time. Maybe Cheryl is right.
Since the last time I wrote to you I’ve been thinking a lot about that weekend out in the woods. What an adventure, right? Searching through the state park, trying to find The Snatcher’s house! I don’t know how we ever got brave enough to do something like that! It was crazy to run out in those woods looking for a cannibal, but we did it anyway. It was insane, but easily the coolest thing we did. I’ll tell that story to anyone who stands still long enough to hear it! I remember that weekend so vividly...
Miss you buddy,
Ryan