*** Alyssa ****
The first few days of my solitary confinement were spent in my bed, seeing no one except the young girl assigned to bring me my food and gather my plates when I was done. I tried talking to her on the first day, but she’s a frightened little mouse that won’t speak to me. I vaguely wondered if my darling husband had ordered her not to engage with me. I wouldn’t put it past him to punish me by making this isolation as painful as possible. Then I remembered what a volatile basket case I’ve been since my failed escape. I probably frighten the flip out of her.
Well, the not seeing anyone part is not exactly true, although the volatile basket case thing seems to have become my new reality. To be fair, my husband has been to see me several times and tried to talk to me, nicely e
