Yesterday, Bob Whitfield posted the following on his website. I received an email from Katy with the link. You can read her comments on the last episode (and my purple pen) here.
My Dearest Woman
I am wrong. I made trivial the abuse of HER in front of the world. I am no monster. I allowed truth, comedy and conjecture to convey an image of myself that I would never condone. I know how emotionally charged anger can inflict damage to someone you hold dear. My mockery is shameful and no longer funny. One instance of psychological abuse may not condemn someone to death, yet it would be no instances that makes a man wholesome; by being thoughtful in words and actions; being responsible in procedure and measures; being a protector, provider and provisioner for his family; and to show proper restraint with committing actions that lack virtue;
I laugh because it feels better than crying. However, I must cry for forgiveness. My humility now is true to the pride that I take of holding HER to the highest esteem as mother or as wife, as confidant or as friend .
This ode is true…
I’ve noticed that often times my opinion on a show or a subject tends to color the comments here a bit. So in this instance, I’ve opted to refrain from comment in order to get everyone’s true opinions. At least for a bit. I may join you in comments later.