A letter, overdue
I'm sorry.
Genuinely.
My love,
I called you my cute little financial burden. I know how that lands. And I know it upset you, which means it matters, and that alone is enough reason to sit down and say this properly.
I said it wrong. Badly wrong. But I want to be clear that there is not a single part of me that actually thinks that about you.
I have a long and well-documented history of not being funny. This was another entry in that record. What I meant as something light came out as something that could make you feel reduced to a number, or a cost, or a burden, and that is the opposite of how I see you. I understand why it stung. It should not have been said.
No amount of money comes close to what I get from being with you. The happiness, the comfort, the quiet contentment of just having you around, none of that has a price on it. You are not a burden of any kind. You are someone I am genuinely lucky to have, and I do not take that lightly. You are loved. You are precious to me. That is not something I say to smooth things over. It is just true.
I will be more careful with my words. And if something crosses my mind that feels like it might land wrong or touch something sensitive, I will do the sensible thing and keep it to myself. Some thoughts are better left unspoken, especially by someone with my track record of missing the mark on humor.