Dear Mom,

I bid you to stay strong right now. In all the things that you've dealt with, your resolve can't falter now. I think you've run out of options. I've thought that for a long time now. I've been telling you to do this for a very long time, but you always found a way to reason out of it. 

But there comes a time in every situation in which decisions can no longer be avoided and they must be made. That's the apex that ultimately decides everything. One wrong move and everything can shatter. Make the right ones and you end up right where you want to be. Sacrifices have to be made to overcome certain obstacles...and sometimes, those obstacles mean leaving someone behind. Stay strong, because this is one of the last times that you can make this choice. Strengthen your resolve, square your shoulders, turn your back, and run. Run far away from him and everything will be all right. No one is stopping you, everyone wants you to go forward. Everyone has been egging you on and urging you to leave. Leave everything behind. I've never understood what held you back. Pity? Vanity? Pride? It isn't love, I know that. I have always known that of all the unknown forces to hold you in place, love was never one of them. It's high time you respected yourself enough to give yourself better because you know that's what you deserve.

Maybe it's better on your own. Gosh, darn it! I know that you'll be better off single with your two children. I tell you time and time again that we can get through life just us three so much better. Just please listen to me so that I don't do anything drastic. You don't need to stay here and suffer. No one is asking you to be a martyr, God wants you to be happy. You tried to make things work and things just aren't going to. There are certain things that are just out of our hands, but that doesn't make them bad. We try to work around it and make it work, but sometimes you just can't. When iron is faced with iron, one has to bend. Not everyone's iron will is going to be indestructable, one has to yield in the end. No one will think any lesser of you if you are the one to give in. If they do, let them. They aren't the ones that were getting hurt and suffering. 

Go for it, Mom. Pack your bags and let's go kids, we are finally leaving. Tell me that, just tell me that. And I will leap for joy, spring into life, throw it all into bags, and run. I'd run and never look back.