En god schiep mannen

undoubtedly by tomorrow. I'll regret this letter, but as I've repeated 100 times,

I'm sick of living like this. Last night I've waited for you for nothing. I don't

think you love me anymore. Your wife means more to you than I do. You're really

making me miserable. If you want our life to go on like this, I'd rather you tell

me right off, so that we can stop seeing each other. This life is really