Dear Tiffany,
You are so creative and playful. Even when the fibro is flaring and the anxiety is sea monstering and the heat is pressing down like the very worst kind of full-body doom-hug, still, you are creative and playful and silly.
The last nice thing that your ex-husband said to you was “you always have this child-like playfulness and I will miss it.”
You did such a bad job leaving that relationship, even though leaving was the right choice, and you hurt him so much in so many unintentional ways (pro-tip, making a break-up playlist for the person you’re leaving because you’re trying to empathize with them and you think they might need some catharsis… it will not go over well). But even at the end of that, even in all the awfulness of that, in those strange and terrible days before you moved out (and never the two shall speak again), there was that moment in the car, and the stupid joke – probably a pun – and that very nice thing that he said.
It was a true thing.
It was a gift.
You *do* have a child-like playfulness, and it is loveable and good.
Good job, weird kid. Keep being the way that you are.
Love,
Me