Madam, – Today my husband left Ireland to work abroad. For how long? I’m not certain, six months for sure, maybe longer.
And as the reality of our situation sets in, the elation of him finally getting a job – after two years and four months of being unemployed – turns to sadness, seasoned with a slight hint of panic. To quote my 12 year old son: I am confused.
The most frustrating thing is that while there are plenty of people to blame, plenty of people who can be held responsible, I don’t believe any of them will actually be held accountable.
So tonight we said goodnight to him over the phone and I cursed all those who created this bizarre mess and I would like them to read this letter and know that even though they will probably escape both trial and conviction, I and our three children hold them absolutely and personally accountable. – Yours, etc,