Deception is a specialty to my dear fiend Wickham. His gentleman-like manner is all a facade, for his nature is conniving. Elizabeth has already been deceived, I must stop this at once before the damage is irreversible.
Thoughts of Elizabeth plague me, all other thoughts fail me: economic status, social class, reputation. While I am left pondering if Elizabeth feels the same way I do about her.
I am fully aware that my pride must have clouded my judgement when I first arrived to the ball in Meryton; however, I am a changed man now. And for this, I can thank Miss Elizabeth Bennet.
At last you dance with me my fine Elizabeth, no matter if you wish to talk of that fiend Wickham, I am forever grateful that I have the pleasure of sharing this dance
Robert, if you think I am just going to sit here and sulk while you’re having the time of your life I’m Mexico, you’re most certainly wrong. I am a woman with my own thoughts and needs, right Arobin?
Because of the concern I am expected to have for my husband and childrens’ happiness I forgot about the simple pleasure I used to enjoy before I had acquainted with them. My father reminded me of this when he allowed me to accompany him to the jockey races. #Thanksdad
I know I’m not your typical mother. I don’t have the compulsion to play with my kids or sew them night-drawers like Madame Ratignolle does, but I’ve accpeted that. I do what I want, not what others expect of me.