Keelie Comma
My wife,
My vocation has brought less and less security as the days and years have passed. My shame for this fact is immeasurable.
All you ever wanted was to be a mother...
Once again, you are returning to work...
And our security is a myth - again.
Forgive me for these failures that you must pay for.
You deserve more. Much more. Endless beauty such as yours should procure a king's ransom, a glorious sum. Yet, you are stuck here with a pauper and a pittance.
Injustice abounds.