George’s letters - chapter one

As I sit here at the writing desk of my husband George, I think of these past months and how I could have let this happen. All this time and I didn’t have a clue, I should have realised what was going on, all around me I see evidence of past affairs, and most of the evidence lies in the scribbled note;
 
Grace,
 
As I suppose you might have known, I have been seeing another for these past few months and I must say without any want for your sadness that I love her. As you know, our love was nothing but a childish fantasy that we had the misfortune to share. Therefore, I have gone north to the home of my lover, I hope this does not endanger any relationships that you might have in the near future, and I hope that in time we may be friends.
 
Yours,
George
 
There you see, he was ever a hardened fool, he cannot endure the thought of anyone thinking anything against him, however, this does not alter his actions, and he is still the young, naïve boy I met at the fair.  I cannot say that did not love him for I did, however I do rather wish that he did not cross my path. 
 

Our marriage had admittedly not been as we'd first hoped, the first problem we encountered was the fact that neither of our parents had consented to our marriage, my parents despised him as he was just second class and not worth even half of our estate, and his parents thought that I was too beautiful to be trusted, I can't say I wasn't flattered that they thought me beautiful but I was still offended that they didn't trust me.
 
The second problem was the fact that we could not find a suitable house for a young couple trying to get into the highest society, as George could not really contribute much that would be of use, my mother and father were paying for the house and we just could not agree at all, after that a whole range of problems ensued I suppose it was foolish of us to think that we could win battle after battle and come out unscathed, with only the deaths of others to mark our presence.
 
His pretty little darling happened to be Clara Thomas, the chamber maid of one Lady Delta, as a Duchess she is definitely not one to be messed with at any costs.  Which I must say is bad news for me as it happened to be my husband that ran off with her chamber maid, and thanks to my husband I am now labelled most likely to die an old maid, and all because I was fool enough to fall for the charm and romance of one pig headed man.