You tell me your heart is broken, you're crushed. I don't even know who you are anymore. This relationship, this marriage you've been in for 29 years...was I part of it?

For 29 years I've watched couples interact with each other, with others, with their children, and couldn't understand why we didn't have that, why we weren't that close. If I attempted to speak to you as though we were close, intimate, as though we knew each other and shared secrets, the way people who love each other do, you acted as though you had no idea what I was talking about.

If I teased about something, a silly habit of yours, you told me I embarrassed you. If I tried to join in a conversation when we were with your family, you'd tell me to let someone else talk, I didn't know what I was talking about.

When my children were young, you always told them not to bother me. I never knew this until recently. You tried to make them love you more than they loved me because you were jealous of the bond we had.

You did the same with my grandchildren, and now they adore you. They tolerate me. You were jealous because they are my grandchildren. I never felt that way, that was all in your mind.

You have hated everything about me since the day we met, and were determined to change me into the woman you wanted.

I tried to be that woman.
And now I hate you.
And you are heart broken.
And once again I'm wrong.