While Hitler said he loved Eva (he once told his valet that she was “the only girl for him”) their relationship always seemed somewhat stiff. In 1931, after they’d been dating for two years, Eva wrote Hitler the following letter:
“Dear Mr. Hitler, I would like to thank you for the pleasant evening at the theater. It was unforgettable. I count the hours until the moment when we shall meet again.”
It’s that “Mr.” that kills me.
As Hitler’s political power grew, he began to pay less attention to Eva. In 1932, especially, Eva missed Hitler desperately. She wrote him love letters telling him how much she missed him. Hitler was the kind of asshole who didn’t write back.
I mean, I know he was busy, but I think Hitler is someone we can use the word “asshole” about without fear of judgement.
Eventually, Eva took her father’s gun and tried to shoot herself in the heart. This definitely wasn’t just a cry for help – this was a gun aimed at her heart. She was only saved because the gun jerked upward at the last moment. She ended up shooting herself in the neck, and her sister found her. The two convinced their parents that the injury had been an accident.