Hi, Jim.
It's me, Sarah.

You know, Sarah, your wife,
Your wife who's sitting in our house confused about your whereabouts.

Jim,
Where are you?

Jim,
Please talk to me.

Jim,
I didn't lie intentionally.

Jim,
Please.

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She lied to me.

The worst thing anyone could do to me.

She's not ever going to get pregnant,
And she knew.

She knew that she had no womb,
Yet Sarah did not tell me.

Sarah,
Hurt me.

Sarah,
Lied to me.

Sarah,
Betrayed me.

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Jim,
Let me explain.

It's childhood trauma, Jim,
I need you to come home for us to work it out.

I need you to be here with me Jim,
Please Jim, come home.

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She lied for three years.

I was kept in the dark,
And Sarah held the light all this while.

I have no home,
Sarah was my home.

But, what's that quote again about never trusting people?

I made Sarah my home,
And she lit it fucking ablaze.

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Jim,
I'm not waiting any longer.

I'm letting it all out.

I was raped,
At 15.

That's why I can't get pregnant.

I was raped and impregnated,
And while having an abortion,
I lost my womb.

Jim,
I still feel him, okay.

I still feel him gripping me before he penetrated,
And spitting on the grass directly next to me when he released.

I still feel the earth closing in on me,
Their betrayal as they supported him in taking what never belonged to him.

Jim,
I really love you.

I never lied about that.

But I could never get these words out,
I just couldn't.

But now I get it okay,
I'm not going to bug you again.

Okay.

Please when you come back home,
Take your drugs,
And turn off the AC for a while.

I won't be gone long.

I really caused you so much shit,
And God knows I'm sorry.

Jim,
I wish I could be the...