He hit me again today. But I'm OK. Nothing was broken.

My husband is a good man, he just lost his temper. Harry would never intentionally hurt me. He loves me.

It was my fault, anyway. He had a bad day at work. He's so very clever and successful that he has to deal with so much of the business, and the clients and his superiors, so sometimes it can be very stressful. And I knew this, and still I provoked him, so he lost his temper. That's the only reason he hit me.

I love Harry dearly. He is always so sweet and kind. I try my best to keep our humbe apartment beautiful, but sometimes I miss something. Harry is always so accepting of my mistakes and imperfections.

With dry eyes,

Sarah.