Dearest Hab,
I know that I have been neglectful to you and I have just realised that I haven't wrote to you in over a year, but right now I really am in the need of a hug. I won't tell you why yet, I shall keep that bad news for last. But for now, I shall keep the mood happy with the pleasant occurrences of the past year.
The first few weeks were pleasant, except for the sleepless nights due to her crying. That didn't really bother me, but it really irritated Harry as he worked such long hours at the ministry. It really wasn't fair, though the way he acted nearly every night. He would not get up and eventually put a silencing spell on her nursery so he couldn't hear her. Only, he I couldn't hear her either, so I had to sleep in the nursery with her in case she awoke hungry or was sick and I didn't want this, and neither did he. So I made him buy me one of those strange muggle contraptions called baby monitors, which allow you to quietly hear what is happening in the baby's room.
Now after we conquered the night-crying, my baby girl started to crawl and talk. She was so smart for her age. She was only six months old and she could crawl around the house and say her first words, Dadda and Mumma. Luna was telling me that Nellie couldn't crawl until she was eight months and still has difficulty talking, I am just so proud of my little girl. Naturally as mothers we discussed our baby's achievements and bragged about them, while Neville and Harry worked at the ministry almost endlessly.
Eventually she began to walk and follow myself or Harry around the house. We got a kitten for her and named it Pig (after Ron's owl Pigwidgeon of course), so he was followed around, constantly. Soon, lily was talking and telling us what she wanted and it seemed that my life really was perfect, except that I rarely saw my beautiful husband. I really loved and still do love him so much, Hab.
I suppose that I really should tell you why I need a hug now. This is really hard for me to say, I suppose that's because I don't know how to say it. About five months ago, Harry. Harry told me that we could no longer be together. He said that it just wasn't working out anymore, since we had lily and his job has required more responsibility, with him working more hours. There we go I said it, and I can't say anymore at the moment. I'm afraid that I just am not mentally able to do it. Every time I think about it my eyes fill with tears and it feels like my heart is simply going to break in two. I just don't understand.
You are my best-friend Hab and I don't think that I would be able to do this without you. Even my pensieve doesn't work anymore; these thoughts are constantly on my mind.
Mwah, Ginny (your friend for life)
