My Dearest Edward,

I know the years have been less than kind to us. And, I admit, I have played my part in that. You were only trying to do better for us, and do right by me. I see that now.

It was easy then to see you as selfish and reckless. Maybe even arrogant. I thought you were trying to prove your worth, or some such nonsense, and it was frustrating to me. I was happy with you as you were; because you weren't some highbrow gentleman. You were…you. But you were also trying to be a better version of you. I was wrong to discourage you.

We were young and foolish then. We both acted too soon, and thought too little. If I had it all to do again, I would have been more patient. I'm sorry for how things turned out.

Your loving wife,

Caroline