I gave in to my wife’s demands. I won’t say that there was no point arguing with her. I won’t say that she forced me. Or that I was prepared to do anything to have peace in the house.
Nothing will excuse me for covering my daughter in a horse-cloth and driving her out into the fields in the middle of winter. I left her out there to die, and drove home as fast I could. I didn’t even say goodbye.
How could I?