As God as my Witness, I Shall Never Blaspheme Again
Dearest Husband,
I can't begin to atone for the egregious error I committed in offering praise to such an unworthy Lord. Clearly this isolation has caused me to forget myself and the atrocities that man has brought down upon us. I have no other excuse for my folly, and I only hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. When you shunned me earlier today as you walked from our kitchen to our family room without saying so much as a hello, my heart was wrenched in my chest and I knew that your forgiveness would not be easily won.
I have tried to think of an appropriate atonement, and I think that in our current confinement, the best I can do is occupy our progeny in an exhausting game of her own creation for an indeterminate amount of time while I follow the non-sensical rules she lays before me, all while you enjoy the freedom of peace and quiet. I can only hope this is sufficient, as I have no other means of apology at this time.
In the future, I will choose my words far more carefully, and I will be mindful of who I lavish praise upon. I was simply so pleased to have our progeny occupied that I forgot myself and my values. Confinement can do that, sometimes. Here's to the ever present hope that we will be released from this captivity before I forget myself entirely.
Until we meet again, on the other side of this room, I shall always be yours.
Rebecca S. Berry
I can't begin to atone for the egregious error I committed in offering praise to such an unworthy Lord. Clearly this isolation has caused me to forget myself and the atrocities that man has brought down upon us. I have no other excuse for my folly, and I only hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. When you shunned me earlier today as you walked from our kitchen to our family room without saying so much as a hello, my heart was wrenched in my chest and I knew that your forgiveness would not be easily won.
I have tried to think of an appropriate atonement, and I think that in our current confinement, the best I can do is occupy our progeny in an exhausting game of her own creation for an indeterminate amount of time while I follow the non-sensical rules she lays before me, all while you enjoy the freedom of peace and quiet. I can only hope this is sufficient, as I have no other means of apology at this time.
In the future, I will choose my words far more carefully, and I will be mindful of who I lavish praise upon. I was simply so pleased to have our progeny occupied that I forgot myself and my values. Confinement can do that, sometimes. Here's to the ever present hope that we will be released from this captivity before I forget myself entirely.
Until we meet again, on the other side of this room, I shall always be yours.
Rebecca S. Berry
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