Maybe when I’m dead she’ll read this. The one who sleeps now as I type. Who I don’t hold now, but rather neglect. I hope she knows how much I love her and how little of this is actually true. One wife, in fact, is not too many. She is perfect and she is perfect for me.
Sure, I have many lusts and sometimes wish possess the world like Ghenghis Khan.
But she wouldn’t have given herself to Ghenghis Khan. She has given herself to me.
It’s just a difficult time now, with the kids and the country. There are better days ahead if only I can just hold on.
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