ThE VoIcEs/my demons occasionally tell me you can’t have/don’t want any more children. That’s not why I’m doing this. I want to know you’re going to be okay for eternity, and the only way to do that is for you to accept Jesus Christ as your personal Lord & Savior. I’m not joking, I’m not playing some game. He saved me, over and over again, long before I loved Him & His Father correctly. [Alanis Morissette’s hotter, younger, half-Latina doppelgängerita], I always wanted to find a way for us to be happy together for eternity. I thought by gradually building wealth/esteem/prestige, maybe one day I’d be able to – at minimum – give you a comp night at my inn. That wasn’t the path or the answer. I should have had faith in G-d back in 2004. You can’t deny that He has repeatedly brought me back from the brink. Over the past year? It’s irrefutable. You’re smart. Don’t play dumb, like Diane. I’d really like to recline into the sinful belief that you ARE G-d. That would mean that you could snap your fingers and reunite us. That’s all I want, anyway. But it’s idolatry. Now that I know The Truth, the best I can offer you is second-only-to G-d and all the faithfulness that comes with that, for eternity/as long as He will allow. I don’t want to take another because I KNOW in my heart that you are my wife. I’m very lonely, and I’m sorry that my gaze drifts to brunettes/women of faith. That’s me fetishizing My Ideal. That you and I would love G-d together.