Lettre pour mes Followers #6
Chat I’m feeling so sick istg. Morning sickness is really getting to me. Mister Henley didn’t return for a whole week after he received the news I was pregnant. He was tied up with work I assume. I’ve been worried about whether or not to nurse the baby myself. Will Mister Henley think me virtuous for doing it myself or will he just think I’m needlessly ruining my figure? Decisions decisions…
I decided to talk to Mister Henley about this and he agreed with my concern. He thought my impatience and vivacity might be detrimental to the baby and sought the advice of his doctor to determine the best course of action. He didn’t say anything about my well-being. I suppose my concerns over my figure were rather trivial.
It’s really dawning on me now chat. Mister Henley doesn’t see me. He looks at me and sees nothing more than a role in his life that must be filled by a woman of suitable caliber, and that bar is pretty low if he’s willing to settle for me. I will be resigned to a life of perfect indifference from my husband and the children he will raise without me. I’ve fallen into a depressive episode and I don’t think anything but the sudden and inexplicable death of my husband can solve it.
No matter how much I try to talk to him, to express these feelings of hopelessness, he just regards me the same as always. To him I’m little more than a child acting out of line. When you get married chat, you’ll understand. Every woman does.