My Heart's Fortitude

I slaved all day to make our first anniversary dinner— and you didn't tell me that our relationship or marriage didn't mean anything to you. I cried myself to sleep. I began to see why my father had some reservations about you. I guess that I should've listened to him— but, of course, I allowed my heart to overrule my better judgment. It is too late to undo my mistake because I will make you to see you why you married me in the first place. I hope that I have enough fortitude to pull it off because it would be the greatest achievement in my life; I hope that I won't have to do anything like this again. Please, God, help me.