My son is a good man.

I know what you think about him, because I know what he's done, but you have to understand that it's not his fault.

He was something of a misanthrope in his youth and that can be attributed to his father.

Please understand that I will take the blame for my part in wrecking his soul, but it's so hard to resist a boy so sweet.

He's always loved me most of all and I took advantage of that.

Until you feel what I felt in his arms don't judge me too harshly.

Don't hate my son for the sins of his mother.

I betrayed his trust.

I made him into the man he's become.

God help me.

This is my confession.