In a letter to Josephine a few months after we married, I wrote:
I don't love you, not at all; on the contrary I detest you - You're a naughty, gawky, foolish slut.
And that was just the first sentence.
I ended the same letter by saying; I hope before long to crush you in my arms and cover you with a million kisses burning as though beneath the equator."
A little confused myself…