He was available in late this night. I understood when he got back that he ‘d been into Salem. He says he was planting all the method out to the forest edge. Maybe he was, but he did say earlier in the week that he was going to go into town. It’s been simply less than a year and I still can’t help however get suspicious at the tiniest idea of him going anywhere without informing me initially. Whatever he does he has to run by me in advance.
It makes me ill treating him like this, however what else can I do? How can I be sure he’s … oh take a look at me. I can’t even trust my own other half. I want I could.
I can see it’s eliminating him as much as it’s eliminating me. Whatever he says he needs to think about initially, in case he offends me in the smallest way. Any other female would like it.
I have actually got him right under my thumb. I’m grumbling about it, however I’m the one who’s making him like it. A minimum of when he resembles this I know where he is and what he’s doing, now he’s never ever gong to be the exact same. Nevertheless much I want him to be, I won’t let him. As long as that harlot’s around, John and I will never have the ability to get on with our lives. I composed to you last not long after tea. Well perhaps I am dealing with John right after all.
He was only alone with Abigail eight days earlier! He is right, I forget nothin’ and forgive nothin’! And to be rather honest I think I have reason to do so. If he’s forgot Abigail, why hide it from me that he was alone with her? Is he worth all the bitterness and detest I feel when I take a look at him? I could’ve discovered if only I might have held my gaze longer after informing him that I knew him as a good male– just rather confused. I stared right at him when I stated it. And I indicated every word of it. If just Mary had not have actually gotten back, I might have looked deep into him learnt if there was any love left inside of me.
Well I couldn’t discover whether there is any love left there. My heart says yes, yet my mind states no. What does it matter now anyway? I’ve been named. Protected by Mary, however I’ve been called none the less and when the likes of Goody Osburn are being hanged, what chance have I? Mary Warren’s poppet didn’t make things any better either. That lying slut, that Devil shaken computing little whore desires me dead, and she’s going the right way about it. John doesn’t see it however I do. She knows there is an unspoken promise in between herself and John. The pledge John could have broken this very night, and all this might have been stopped.
It was late when Hale got here. Lucky, as the young boys were quick asleep. The more I consider it, the clearer things become. If only Hale understood about Abigail, he would comprehend too that this is all too far fetched to be real. He would understand that this is all Abigail’s fault. She’s the most scheming, vindictive individual I have ever satisfied. Whatever did John see in her? Now I’m being charged for witchcraft all due to the fact that of my partners starve for an eager ready to give everything kid. Yes. She is still a kid, and the harlot going to get me hanged. She wishes to dance on my grave with my partner.
I only hope he doesn’t fall for it once again. What does it matter if he does anyhow? I’ve got no opportunity now. I’m going to make sure my children never ever find out the truth. When I’m gone I don’t want them thinking that their mother was a witch and their father a sinner. I merely hope I can make it through this trial, and after that I won’t have to worry about that. When this is all over I’m taking my kids and John and I’m getting out of this town at last. I’m pleading the Lord to assist us through this. I just want Abigail out of our lives for good. I’m going to make that lady suffer for this!