Occupation: Diarist Birth: August 22, 1844 Death: November 4, 1919
I never had time to do anything for myself. I've always had to subordinate my energy and time to the demands of my husband and children at any given ….
family relationships have made me so ill!.
I am nothing but a miserable, crushed worm, whom no one wants, whom no one loves, a useless creature with morning sickness, and abig belly, two rotte….
How I regret now that my perpetual emotional dependence on the man I love has killed all my other talents - my energy too: and I had such a lot of th….
I am to gratify his pleasure and nurse his child, I am a piece of household furniture, I am a woman..
One can't live on love alone; and I am so stupid that I can do nothing but think of him..