Dearest Diary ~ Entry 10

~*~ Dearest Diary, *taps the quill against her lips for a few moments, as she looks around to make sure she is in privacy before writing* I am writing from the banks of Starmere Lake, the sun is high and Bellie is fetching fire wood as I write. We are having a few days camping to raise our spirits, as I recently miscarried and was told I couldn’t bear anymore babies. *sighs sadly* I hope I haven’t failed my Bellie, as he wanted a large family. These past days ...nay weeks I should say, Bellie is doing non-stop bickering…especially when it comes to me shopping. He is always asking how much things cost when I show him my purchases. He is so tight with his purse! The day we set off for our trip he moaned about my new cloak…and then he said something that upset me; I asked him to carry my bags to the cart…He said no I should carry my own bags and such. How dare he! I am his wife and not a Cart Horse ...he should treat me like a Lady!.. ~*~ *frowns and then notices Belegaran walking towards her with a pile of branches and so shuts her diary quickly and smiles sweetly*