Dear Mary Angel

I had hoped to return to my previous letter the next day but so much kept me away-- I won't bore you with all the little tediums and petty boredoms. I have, when I could, spent time losing myself in music, specifically Swing Out Sister. Their smooth sophisticated jazz calms me, and the Lord knows I've needed it.

I don't know how long I can keep it up, however. I spent quite some time in prayer this morning while on my walk... honesty with God, and my Lord... brutally honest. I know He listens, but I guess I'm just deaf to His voice, that or I'm missing Him in all the clutter of my life. My marriage is terrible. It hurts. I hate being the focal point for all her disappointment in life. I don't, that is to say I can't, have any friends, and I have little control over my own life.

Any advice?


Sorry to leave so quick, but I'll come back-- never fear on that score. I figure I've been writting you letters the better part of twenty years, and I'm not about to stop now.

With love... always


E



P.S.  My eyesight is improving, I'll soon be able to get glasses.