Stepped In It

Hey, my love…

I'm going to take a very brief departure from my usual of professing my love for you, or writing about how absurdly cute your butt is, or how deliciously kissable I find your lips… or… well… anyhow.

Look, I don't know if the way you've framed a few things you've told us is for our benefit, or because it's how you see it in your own mind, or something else entirely, but regardless I just wanted to say… I know what it's like to carry the weight of each and every single conflict, big or small, that happens in a relationship over the course of a couple of decades, and it sucks. I truly hope it's not that for you, too. But whether it is or not…

Only one person “stepped in it” in your story tonight, and it was not you. And it's not just me saying that… she and I may not see eye-to-eye on very many things these days, but we are in complete agreement there.

You should not feel guilty for being upset that he said something upsetting.

But, I know… that's a lesson I'm still trying to learn, myself. It's not easy. But it's ok. We're figuring it out.

Love you, my love. I'm sorry it's not easier.

Yours.