Wednesday March 4

I am a man with patience, and I can, no, I have endured a thousand injuries, all at the hands of the same man. With regards to that man, Fortunato, I have put up with these injuries and abuses all in good faith, always thinking that it cannot be his intent. Yet I am at my wits end as to how many times this will yet continue. At first he seems incognizant of it, and yet there are times when one may clearly see he is. The hurts he has caused me over the years I can bear, but it seems to me as if he laughs at me behind my back and makes light of me. His past deeds are as nothing, but if he insults me behind my back, then it is a much different story. I must find how out how he truly views me, by whatever the means.