Luvsbway Posted September 6, 2017 Report Share Posted September 6, 2017 Desi wrote this letter to himself on April 20, 1953. I had heard about this letter but never thought I’d ever see it, let alone hold it in my hands. I could see him writing something like this in the late 50s, but this was not too long after the birth of their son, in what I thought was a very happy time for them. “I’ve come to the terrible realization that my wife doesn’t love me. She loves her children, her mother, her family (;) as far as I’m concerned if I behave well, (I) am a nice guy to have around—but there’s no love. I’ve put with a million things that she has done to me in the past thirteen years because I love her, many of these things I didn’t like (,) they made me unhappy (,) she should not have done them, but I forgave her in my mind. I don’t think about them. Lucy is not that way, she can’t forgive me anything, and the reason why she can’t forgive me anything is because she really doesn’t love me. I have a sick feeling in my stomach. I’ve had this feeling before—during the Cuban revolution, during Lucy’s commie accusation and now—The other two times there was something you could fight, but you can’t fight this—the woman does not love me.” Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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