BLOG 3

Nickeisha Gray
Dr. Ximena Gallardo C.
November 20, 2008
BLOG 3
I always dreamt that my prince charming would come and wept me off my feet. I did see my prince charming. It was Claudio; I felt love at first sight with him. I know Claudio can make me the happiest woman in the world. I hope and pray that I can become a good wife to him. I know he will treat with respect; he will always love me. I can see us having lots of little Claudio running around. My love for Claudio blossom every day, I know I can make him the happiest man in the world. I want my wedding to be one of the most beautiful weddings. I want my father to be happy about the man that chose me to be his wife. I hope our home is as beautiful as our wedding.
I really don’t know what happen on that faith full day. I fainted half way through the drama. I only remember Claudio accusing me of being a whore. He bashes me in every word. He destroys my good name. It hurts me so bad because he is the one who told he loves me and he wants to make me his wife. I have always been true to him. I love him more than life itself. He accuses me of sleeping with another man in front of my father, family, and friends. He was not man enough to come to be before our wedding day. He waited till the wedding ceremony to accuse me of not being a maiden. I was too shock and heartbroken about the situation. I lost a lot of respect for Claudio, Don Pedro, and Leonato. They are the one who cause me so much pain. My father blames me for disgracing his family and his name. Men are just pigs; they don’t really care about anyone but themselves.
Sometimes I wish I was like my cousin Beatrice. I never told her that but I do. She is strong and witty. She doesn’t let any man walk over her. Now I am alone without a husband or a father. I have to suffer because Don John is jealous of his brother and Claudio. I never did understand men and I don’t think I ever will. I wonder sometimes was it a good faith what had happened to me. Now I just sit back and think and say to myself, I was too much of a good woman for him any way. Well that is what I try to tell myself to block the pain. I love him and he hurt me so bad. I want to hate him believe me; I tried to hate him but my heart won’t let me. I cry myself to sleep every night asking myself how and the why questions. My heart is full of rage, love, sorrow, and anger. I gave him my heart, mind and soul. He just stomps on everything. All he left me with is a broken heart. Will I ever truth, and love again only time will tell. I went from being excited and anxious about my wedding day to heartbroken and in tears. I still have a lot of hurt in me but I also have a lot of anger and frustration. Matter of fact I am piss off.