I’m sorry honey. I love you so much. I’m sorry that life is so hard. Ever since you married me and moved to this awful country it’s been nothing but hardship and struggle. You married into my poverty and it seems no matter how hard we try we can’t rise above it. And it’ll only get harder. Things only get harder. Would it be a mistake for me to set you free to go back to your home country? I don’t want to lose you. I can’t imagine life without you. But you’re not happy here. I’m just a burden on you. With my stupid disability. If I tell you that you can leave and go back to your family, to what you know and miss, will it hurt you? I’m afraid it’s going to happen one day anyway. I’m afraid you’re going to get enough of this hell that I live in. I’m so so sorry.