Jul 03, 2004 18:50
He loved her more than he ever thought he was capable of. She made him happy, not simply content. She'd bore him a son; a beautiful boy who favored her but took after him in attitude and personality. She smiled often, giving him the confidence to succeed, to please her. Yes, she was his beloved.
He hated her for being weak. If she'd only been stronger the illness would not have claimed her. She was leaving him, inch by inch. He despised her selfishness; he had no idea how to care for a child by himself. Her appearance was more than he could bear, the illness had changed her body, her face, changed her. All he needed was her simple smiles to lessen his business woes and worries, yet soon he would never see her smile again. He hated what she was doing to him by dying. Yes, she was his beloved but he could no longer stand the sight of her.