I write books. He never'reads them, but shows an almost human intelligence concerning the royalties, I forgive him.
I love golf, and he laughs at it. I forgive him.
He never remembers to tell me I am beautiful. Kissing me is easier and more satisfactory—for him.
I forgive him.
When try to explain that a Woman wants a lover, not just a husband, he yawns and asks me how I get that way, I forgive him.
He never has had a big affair with ancther woman, but frequently indulges in harmless flirt tations that cheapen me and make people thing I cannot keep I forgive him.
When he takes me out to dinner, he never bothers to make himself interesting. I talk and eats.
I forgive him.
When I talk to him in terms of youth, he suggests that. it is time for me to adopt the language of middle age.
Even that, I forgive him!
But by reason of all these things, he has made it possible ioo me to stop loving him.
"And this T can't forgive him' KR. BL Tuthitl.
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