How can anyone believe that my mother is the woman of your dream; whom you freely chose to be your darling wife? How can anyone believe that you love her when you treat her the way you do?
I have heard that before you married her you used to tell her that you loved her; and that you would die if you did not marry her. Where is the love gone, father? Vanished into thin air? What is lacking in my mother, that you no longer lover her?
Please, tell me before I go crackers.
I am your loving son,