To my dear hussy of a wife,

If you have had enough, then I too have had enough. I put up with your
ugliness because I once felt something for the person you were, but you
no longer are. You were once an attentive wife discharging all wifely
duties with skill and care: fresh fluffy socks, wonderful dinners,
elaborate shavings and keeping quiet.
These days you are but a shadow of your former wifeliness, corrupted by
the cosmopolitan forestal chicks and their world of gold and bling (why
else do you insist upon the wedding ring?). I have seen the wandering
gaze at man-candy as we sat together, don't think I haven't noticed your
hidden trysts and whispered nothings with men all across Sapience. I
cannot abide your harlotry any longer, you may have been seeking an
apology but you have instead lost my heart!

I think we should separate for a while, see other people, as that is
clearly what you so very much want. After all other men have parts I
haven't had since before you were born.

Your 'husband' in name alone,

M.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Daedalan, in the year 417 AF.