I thought I was prepared to hear the truth.<\/p>\n
Then I opened the letter.<\/p>\n
The paper had been folded once.<\/p>\n
Just one sheet.<\/p>\n
I had imagined, without realizing it, that three years of unanswered questions would require pages.<\/p>\n
There was only one.<\/p>\n
I took it out carefully.<\/p>\n
Jessica stood beside me.<\/p>\n
She didn't ask to see what Sarah had written.<\/p>\n
She had probably seen enough people receive news they weren't ready for.<\/p>\n
I unfolded the paper.<\/p>\n
Sarah had written my name at the top.<\/p>\n
Not David with a period.<\/p>\n
Not a formal greeting.<\/p>\n
Just my name.<\/p>\n
I could almost hear her saying it.<\/p>\n
I began to read.<\/p>\n
She said that if the letter had reached me, I had finally learned something she had worked hard to conceal.<\/p>\n
She knew I would be hurt.<\/p>\n
She knew I would have questions.<\/p>\n
Before I came into her room, though, she wanted me to understand the one thing she had never managed to stop feeling.<\/p>\n
She still loved me.<\/p>\n
She had loved me when we separated.<\/p>\n
She had loved me when the divorce became final.<\/p>\n
And she had continued loving me through the years we had lived apart.<\/p>\n
I stopped reading.<\/p>\n
I couldn't help it.<\/p>\n
The words were right there.<\/p>\n
Written in Sarah's own hand.<\/p>\n
But they contradicted everything I had spent three years telling myself.<\/p>\n
I looked at Jessica.<\/p>\n
"She says she still loved me."<\/p>\n
Jessica didn't seem surprised.<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
I lowered my eyes to the letter again.<\/p>\n
Sarah explained that when she learned how serious her illness was, she became frightened of what it would do to my life.<\/p>\n
Not just frightened of the treatment.<\/p>\n
Not just frightened of what might happen to her.<\/p>\n
She was frightened of what would happen to me if I stayed.<\/p>\n
She believed I would put everything else aside.<\/p>\n
She believed I would spend my days looking after her.<\/p>\n
She knew I wouldn't complain.<\/p>\n
That was part of what troubled her.<\/p>\n
Sarah had convinced herself that the only way to let me have a future was to release me from our marriage.<\/p>\n
She had made that decision without asking me.<\/p>\n
She had believed a sudden separation would be easier for me to survive than watching her health get worse.<\/p>\n
I read that part twice.<\/p>\n
Then a third time.<\/p>\n
I wanted the words to change.<\/p>\n
I wanted Sarah to have written that someone had pressured her.<\/p>\n
That she hadn't understood the divorce papers.<\/p>\n
That she had been given no choice.<\/p>\n
But the letter was clear.<\/p>\n
Sarah had made the choice herself.<\/p>\n
She had believed she was doing something merciful.<\/p>\n
I couldn't understand it.<\/p>\n
I had never asked her to protect me from loving her.<\/p>\n
I had never told her that sickness would make her unwanted.<\/p>\n
We had been married for twenty years.<\/p>\n
Twenty years.<\/p>\n
I kept coming back to that number.<\/p>\n
It wasn't a short relationship that could be walked away from without explanation.<\/p>\n
It was most of my adult life.<\/p>\n
It was the person I expected to find beside me when I woke up.<\/p>\n
It was knowing how Sarah sounded when she was tired.<\/p>\n
Knowing when she was hiding tears behind a smile.<\/p>\n
Or believing I knew.<\/p>\n
That last thought stopped me.<\/p>\n
I had believed I knew her so well.<\/p>\n
Yet she had gone through an operation while we were still married and kept the truth from me.<\/p>\n
I had to sit with that.<\/p>\n
The letter wasn't finished.<\/p>\n
Sarah admitted that what she had done might seem heartless.<\/p>\n
She knew her decision had caused pain.<\/p>\n
But at the time, she had believed that ending the marriage quickly would give me a better chance to rebuild my life.<\/p>\n
She thought I would eventually recover from losing her.<\/p>\n
She wasn't certain I could recover from spending years watching her suffer.<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
"No, Sarah."<\/p>\n
I hadn't meant to say it aloud.<\/p>\n
Jessica looked at me but said nothing.<\/p>\n
I kept reading.<\/p>\n
Near the end, Sarah wrote that if she ever found the strength to explain everything face to face, there were still things she needed me to understand.<\/p>\n
She had not put those things in the letter.<\/p>\n
That was where it ended.<\/p>\n
No instructions about what I should do.<\/p>\n
No request that I forgive her.<\/p>\n
No promise that the future would be different.<\/p>\n
Only the truth she had been unable to say when she left.<\/p>\n
I stood there holding the paper.<\/p>\n
I had asked myself so many times what was wrong with me.<\/p>\n
Why twenty years hadn't been enough.<\/p>\n
Why Sarah had been willing to leave when I still wanted to stay.<\/p>\n
Now I had an answer.<\/p>\n
And it was almost harder to bear than the explanation I had invented.<\/p>\n
She hadn't left because I loved her too little.<\/p>\n
She had left because she was frightened of how much I loved her.<\/p>\n
I folded the paper.<\/p>\n
Then I unfolded it again.<\/p>\n
I didn't want to damage it.<\/p>\n
That seems foolish now.<\/p>\n
Sarah was beyond that door.<\/p>\n
I should have been thinking only about her.<\/p>\n
Instead, I was careful with a sheet of paper.<\/p>\n
It was the first honest explanation I had received from her in three years.<\/p>\n
I couldn't bear the thought of tearing it.<\/p>\n
"She thought she was saving me," I said.<\/p>\n
Jessica nodded.<\/p>\n
"That's what she believed."<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
"From what?"<\/p>\n
Jessica didn't answer immediately.<\/p>\n
"From giving up your life to care for her."<\/p>\n
I let out a breath.<\/p>\n
"She was my wife."<\/p>\n
"I understand."<\/p>\n
"That's what marriage is supposed to mean."<\/p>\n
Jessica said nothing.<\/p>\n
I heard myself continuing.<\/p>\n
"I would have been there."<\/p>\n
My voice shook.<\/p>\n
"I would have wanted to know."<\/p>\n
I was crying now.<\/p>\n
I couldn't stop.<\/p>\n
I thought about Sarah dealing with chemotherapy while I was living somewhere else.<\/p>\n
I thought about the treatments I hadn't known existed.<\/p>\n
The days I might have helped her.<\/p>\n
The times she might have needed someone to sit beside her.<\/p>\n
And the terrible possibility that she had gone through those moments believing I was better off without her.<\/p>\n
I wanted to be angry with Sarah.<\/p>\n
Part of me was.<\/p>\n
She had taken away my ability to choose.<\/p>\n
She had decided what kind of husband I would be allowed to become.<\/p>\n
She had left me to grieve a marriage she had secretly wanted to keep.<\/p>\n
But I couldn't hate her.<\/p>\n
Not standing there with that letter.<\/p>\n
Not after hearing what fear had done to her.<\/p>\n
"Did she really believe I'd leave everything for her?" I asked.<\/p>\n
Jessica looked at me.<\/p>\n
"That's what she told the counselors."<\/p>\n
"She didn't have to wonder about that."<\/p>\n
I wiped my cheek.<\/p>\n
"Of course I would have looked after her."<\/p>\n
Jessica gave a small nod.<\/p>\n
I wanted someone to understand the difference.<\/p>\n
There was a difference between having your life stolen by someone else's illness and choosing to stand beside the person you love.<\/p>\n
Sarah had never let me explain that to her.<\/p>\n
She had imagined my future for me.<\/p>\n
Then she had left to make that future possible.<\/p>\n
The letter trembled in my hand.<\/p>\n
I looked toward her room again.<\/p>\n
There was one thing I needed to know before I went inside.<\/p>\n
"Did anyone try to change her mind?"<\/p>\n
Jessica was quiet for a moment.<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
I looked back at her.<\/p>\n
"The counselors spoke with her about it."<\/p>\n
"What did they say?"<\/p>\n
"They tried to help her understand that accepting care wouldn't make her a burden."<\/p>\n
That word hurt.<\/p>\n
Burden.<\/p>\n
I couldn't imagine looking at Sarah and seeing a burden.<\/p>\n
Not after twenty years.<\/p>\n
Not when she was sick.<\/p>\n
Not when she needed me most.<\/p>\n
"What did Sarah say?"<\/p>\n
Jessica seemed to choose her words carefully.<\/p>\n
"She said you were the kind of man who would give everything he had for someone he loved."<\/p>\n
I lowered my eyes.<\/p>\n
"She was right."<\/p>\n
"That was what worried her."<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
Jessica's expression had changed.<\/p>\n
I think she knew I was finally beginning to understand.<\/p>\n
Sarah hadn't doubted that I would stay.<\/p>\n
She had been certain of it.<\/p>\n
And that certainty had frightened her enough to leave.<\/p>\n
I folded the letter again.<\/p>\n
This time, I placed it back inside the envelope.<\/p>\n
I wasn't ready to enter the room.<\/p>\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n
I needed one more minute with the truth Sarah had kept from me.<\/p>\n
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