A husband recounts a lifetime of anecdotes and infidelities in a letter to his wife.

(from Correspondences)

As with “Hope,” I’m having trouble summing this story up, or figuring what exactly I am taking from it. It was a thoughtful and entertaining thing to read, and that’s plenty, but that hardly explains “Helpmate” or why it’s effective. It feels right that somebody, an asshole, perhaps extraordinarily so, would reach a breaking point and write a letter like this. It’s not like the guy’s apologizing for his assholiness. In fact, the whole exercise is hilariously self-serving and the wife, once she gets past the heartache, will have good reason to say good riddance.
You can listen to Greenman reading this story here.
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