A Letter Murmur Lee Harp Wrote to Her Husband, Erik Nathanson, Two Days After He Walked Out on Her

Erik:
These things I know:

Your daughter, whom you abandoned in the weeks and days leading up to her death, will never welcome you into the gates of heaven. Indeed, she will make sure you never get that far.

Your betrayal of me—with someone half your age, how laughable is that!—is a function of your illness. You are mentally ill. I don’t know the diagnosis (sociopath? psychopath? evil motherfucker?), but the symptom is as follows: You attempt to destroy everyone who loves you.

And finally, I leave you with this: Sex with you was always boring.

Sincerely,
Murmur Lee HARP
(I also changed Blossom’s surname)