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Entry 15: The Distant Cold



I am not sure if my mind is making up things or if it is genuinely true.

I feel as if Dem is drifting father apart from me. Whether it is work or something else, I know not. I've pleaded with him to not work himself so hard. My efforts seem to be for naught. He has grown more and more distant with me I feel. How do I not appear demanding and pushy when I yearn to spend time with my husband like we used to? I wonder if he wishes to be wed with me still...

Helmwod is growing closer with a man. It makes me smile to see him draw so close and open up to someone. It is about time. 

Helm's father came to Bree.

Liath cornered him, I knocked him out and Beri dragged him to jail. I spent the night giving my statement about all the man has done. Helm had as well, though he was in a far worse state than I was. I did not make it home.

Perhaps Dem is punishing me for not coming home? Who knows.

The wretched man hung. He deserved far worse, but he is out of his existence, and we as a family feel far safer. Bree-land and all of Middle Earth is safer. I shant recall his crimes. Not again.

What is wrong with me that is pushing my husband away...

((The end of the sentence is smudged and the page is splattered with tears.))