I have not felt well. But no one must know. Bad dreams; yes dreams are all they are. As much as I'm ashamed to admit, I've avoided my son. I want to be there for him. He needs me. His vulnerability, his weaknesses are all too familiar. I see so much of Emily in him. And yet... I still.. blame him, for losing her.

We met in college, at Empire State University. I was the driven, selfish  entrepenuer. She was the young beauty, intrigued with the  "mystery", always trying to "figure me out." I met her in an English Literature class, which I hated, and she loved. Oh, how she loved poetrry and reading. I, on the other hand, leaned toward science, and burned with a desire to ask why... how? What a peculiar couple we made. And I never knew what I had, until she was gone. Emily was innocent, yet had a wild self-expressive exhuberance about her. She had a way of bringing me out of my dark place and keeping me from there. We were married right after graduation. As I struggled to rebuild Osborn Industries, with the help of my friend and mentor, Mendel Stromm, she was always there. But being the young foolish man, I was, I took it for granted. I remodeled the estate on Long Island, as all the while  she insisted it didn't matter. Fate smiled upon me as the company grew, but I spent more time away. Still I lavished her with jewelry, and  perfumes. I was too stupid to notice those things mattered not to this woman.

One cold winter day, Emily informed me I was to become a father. She was so happy. It terrified me. Perhaps it was the memories of my own father, and the inadequacies of our relationship, or it was merely a distraction from my objective... my goal to restore the Osborn name to its former place. I don't know, but one thing is for sure... that cold Feburary  day changed me forever...