I’m writing to you because I am deeply sad, and very lonely here at home. My house sits in a gloomy hollow that none of my friends like to visit, so I was hoping to find companionship through you.
I am married, and have been for so long. My husband and I hardly speak, and when we do we often argue about the state of the house. To be fair, it’s in disarray, but I have lost all ambition of finishing any task I set out on. For example, my quilt. I stitched the pattern, but I cannot find the drive to put it together. I’m going to knot it, eventually.
At this point, it’s like I’m not married at all. I attempt to clean, and my attempts at cooking are even worse, what with our broken stove. I can hardly cook a proper meal.
We sleep in the same bed, Mr. Wright and I, but it’s rather like sleeping by myself.
I apologize for sounding so sad, but I truly have no other friends. I ache for companionship.