http://campuspages.cvcc.vccs.edu/POLIS/2003/nonfiction/RRJ%201.htm
http://www.yellowpigs.net/classes/awakening
http://www.vcu.edu/engweb/eng384/symbols.htm
The Awakening
Thursday, December 9, 2010
I married Leonce, I had an affair with Arobin, I am in love with Robert....who will it be tomorrow?My boys, Etienne and Raoul. No! They do not possess me!
What a beautiful sight this is. The serenity of the sun, the tranquility of the waves, the peacefulness of my soul...."Good-by-because I love you"!
Robert is back! Why did he not seek me to tell me so? Did he not miss me as I so very much missed him? I wonder if he had plenty to do and see while in Mexico. I'm sure there were enough pretty Mexican girls to keep him busy during his stay. He seems so distant. Was it something I said or did? I wish he would speak of his trip or say more than answer what I ask of him.
An odd evening with Alcee Arobin! I wanted something to happen, anything. The touch of his hand gave me great sensations. But why does it make me upset that he brought excitement to my soul. What would Robert think? Quite frankly, it doesn't matter what Leonce thinks. He is just a man I married to pass my time with. Oh! What have I done?
I know I am not an artist, but if I wish to create art, then so be it. Why must Leonce ridicule my efforts of peace? I feel free when I paint and it brings me content. Leonce looks at me as if I were becoming mentally unstable. He cares only for my submissiveness to him. If I do not oblige his wants or his needs, he becomes irritable. There are days when I am happy and days when I am unhappy and I don't know why. It doesn't feel worth while to be glad or sorry or to be dead or alive!
Why has Robert not written to me? He promised he would write, yet I have received nothing, nothing at all! He writes to his mother, but not to me! How dare he forget all of which we have shared. Did he already forget me? He is all I think of throughout my days. I find myself speaking of Robert every chance I get, even to Leonce. I miss Robert, that I will not deny, but it angers me in a way I have never felt before.
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