Fictional Prison Letter # 2 (Released Edition)

It’s Sunday today, it’s Father’s Day. I think of you and our children every day. I left my parents to see if I can find a place to sleep in. I feel horrible, because I might never have the chance to hug my kids again. Take care of them well, make sure nothing bad ever happens to them. I worry and think about them everyday, and I will always love them. It’s such a shame that our relationship had to meet it’s end especially the way it did. I felt like my life no longer had a purpose. But with time, I have learned to accept that that is just the way life is. Everything that starts bad, ends bad. Ours had to end the way it did, before it got worse. I don’t worry for you, and you should not worry for me. God will take care of that for us, to help heal and fix us. I wish you with all my heart the best in your new life.