BEFORE KNOWING THE REAL FACTS…
Mama mia, que brutto tempo we are having here. I hope you are better there because we can’t go outside until it stops raining. However, we have already seen some fabulous places and we have been in some of the best Italian restaurants. The time spent with George has been great so far. I’m having a lovely time I wish you were here. We will be back at the end of the month and we will take some souvenirs for the family.
Baci per mia mamita!
AFTER KNOWING THE REAL FACTS…
Dear mother:
I can’t handle this situation anymore. When we decided to make this trip to Italy I was hoping to change the relationship between George and I, but this was just another business trip and, as always, he is using me like a frosty, just to show mw off to his friends: how pretty his wife is and how happily married he is but, I’ve had enough of showing my bright side only to satisfy his vanity. And to make it worse, it’s raining which prevents me from going outside and seeing the world. I wish I was cat!
Everything around me belongs to him, even my own dreams. I don’t know what freedom is like anymore, I depend on his good will but at the same time I have to support him even when I know that his decisions are completely wrong. I’m his wife, I belong to him and so does my soul.
I’ve spent almost all the time trapped in this hotel room, looking through the window and wishing to be wet from the rain that is falling outside. Even the hotel keepers seem to behave like George by sharing his exaggerated protective attitude. Nobody knows how I really feel.
I hope you’re better than I am but, don’t worry, this is nothing different from what I’m used to.
We can’t judge a book by its cover…