They think I’m lucky but in truth, I’m cursed. My immorality keeps my beauty & youth, but meanwhile, I watch everyone I Iove fade away and die. I fear this will eventually cause me to slide into madness. Hell, I’m halfway there now.

They told her he was a good catch. That he’d take care of her, but she needed to be a good girl. Listen, and bend to his will. Never raise her voice and always be obsequious. She wasn’t a good girl and let him go. She married a man that wanted a woman, not a sycophant.