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Disclaimer: I don't own the obvious people in this fic. However, I do own the rest of it.
************** Note: This is a conclusion of the first 2 stories. If you didn't read them, you'll be lost when you see this one!
Dearest Sean:
Hello Sean. There is no need to be sentimental at a time like this, because we both know what this letter is about. I never thought that in a million years that I would be writing a letter like this, not even to you. We have been through alot of shit for the past 4 years, with your touring schedule, and me having miscarriage after miscarriage, and you.........you. I can't even fix my mouth to say it........you being totally insensitive about it, like it was all my fault.. You told me that it was fine. We would get through this.
Then, the unforgivable happened. You cheated on me. And, to make it worse, it was with Gabby! You son of a bitch! You could have fucked any of those broads that you be on the road with day in and day out, but you slept with my best friend. Chris wasn't dead for a whole year, not even defrosted, and you took it upon yourself to be with Gabby. That shows how much of a friend that you never fucking was. Chris was with you in the car that night, when it got plowed into that truck. You cried when the EMT's pronounced him dead on arrival. You were one of his pallbearers. You're his children's Godfather, you sorry bastard! Gabby, she's another story in it's entirety. We don't even speak. I hate her with everybone in my body, and I have you to thank for that.
I just have a few questions to ask. Why? just why? Was it something that I did to you? I tried everything to keep this marriage at least stable. I sold my company. I sold my first home to uproot to Hilton Head, so you could be closer to your famliy. I gave you your space whenever you needed it, even when I was at my lowest point of my life. I don't know how you felt at that point in time, but I always wanted to be there for you, and you knew it. I put my own life aside to be sure that your ass didn't fall apart. I wouldn't change a damn thing about that, don't get me twisted. I'm not selfish, but, you didn't have to do what you did to me. Sean, that was so fucked up beyond repair.
I never asked you for anything but to love me and our son. All I ever wanted was you, mind, body and soul. I had everything else covered. I thought the feeling was mutual, but I see how wrong I was. Dammit, Sean! I can't believe you! I can't say that enough. After all we went through to be together, how could you?................I'm not even worried about what people are saying. Fuck them! But you need to face me one of these days. You can't avoid me forever. You need to ride this storm alone. You can stay with Gabby all you want to, I no longer care, but while you're there, you can sign these divorce papers that I'm sending with this letter.
I didn't do this, you did. Think about that when Seanny asks about you, and he looks at me with those hazel eyes and asks, "Why does daddy live with aunt Gabby?" You'll be the one to explain that to him. I'm not going to. Why? Because I didn't cheat on you. I didn't bail out on you. I didn't abandon our son. You did all of this, so now, you pay for it!
Whatever,
Donnielle
P.S: You have 30 days to contest the divorce papers!! Think long and hard about what you wanna do about this situation!
Donnielle
Disclaimer: I don't own the obvious people in this fic. However, I do own the rest of it.
************** Note: This is a conclusion of the first 2 stories. If you didn't read them, you'll be lost when you see this one!
Dearest Sean:
Hello Sean. There is no need to be sentimental at a time like this, because we both know what this letter is about. I never thought that in a million years that I would be writing a letter like this, not even to you. We have been through alot of shit for the past 4 years, with your touring schedule, and me having miscarriage after miscarriage, and you.........you. I can't even fix my mouth to say it........you being totally insensitive about it, like it was all my fault.. You told me that it was fine. We would get through this.
Then, the unforgivable happened. You cheated on me. And, to make it worse, it was with Gabby! You son of a bitch! You could have fucked any of those broads that you be on the road with day in and day out, but you slept with my best friend. Chris wasn't dead for a whole year, not even defrosted, and you took it upon yourself to be with Gabby. That shows how much of a friend that you never fucking was. Chris was with you in the car that night, when it got plowed into that truck. You cried when the EMT's pronounced him dead on arrival. You were one of his pallbearers. You're his children's Godfather, you sorry bastard! Gabby, she's another story in it's entirety. We don't even speak. I hate her with everybone in my body, and I have you to thank for that.
I just have a few questions to ask. Why? just why? Was it something that I did to you? I tried everything to keep this marriage at least stable. I sold my company. I sold my first home to uproot to Hilton Head, so you could be closer to your famliy. I gave you your space whenever you needed it, even when I was at my lowest point of my life. I don't know how you felt at that point in time, but I always wanted to be there for you, and you knew it. I put my own life aside to be sure that your ass didn't fall apart. I wouldn't change a damn thing about that, don't get me twisted. I'm not selfish, but, you didn't have to do what you did to me. Sean, that was so fucked up beyond repair.
I never asked you for anything but to love me and our son. All I ever wanted was you, mind, body and soul. I had everything else covered. I thought the feeling was mutual, but I see how wrong I was. Dammit, Sean! I can't believe you! I can't say that enough. After all we went through to be together, how could you?................I'm not even worried about what people are saying. Fuck them! But you need to face me one of these days. You can't avoid me forever. You need to ride this storm alone. You can stay with Gabby all you want to, I no longer care, but while you're there, you can sign these divorce papers that I'm sending with this letter.
I didn't do this, you did. Think about that when Seanny asks about you, and he looks at me with those hazel eyes and asks, "Why does daddy live with aunt Gabby?" You'll be the one to explain that to him. I'm not going to. Why? Because I didn't cheat on you. I didn't bail out on you. I didn't abandon our son. You did all of this, so now, you pay for it!
Whatever,
Donnielle
P.S: You have 30 days to contest the divorce papers!! Think long and hard about what you wanna do about this situation!
Donnielle