2000, October 17th
Carson,
My love.
You do not resent me, do you? I fear I kept you waiting for a lot longer than I am proud of. And you have to believe me when I say it didn’t stem from a lack of urgency on my part. Because if you cannot function without me, Carson, then know that I cannot breathe without you.
I feel trapped.
My husband loves me, he treats me well, he is a good man. You and I know that more than any others. So why do I hate it when he calls to me so endearingly? When he treats me like divine royalty? He looks at me like I myself went up to the sky and pulled the very moon into his arms. But all of it brings me nothing but sorrow. He is a good husband. Your best friend. But I fear I cannot bring myself to stand this torture for much longer.
How do I sever our bo
