Letters Of The Sea

Chapter 1: Red Wine

My name is Carroll A. Stone but people call me Mrs. Stone. As you can tell by the "Mrs." I'm married but it's not one of those happily ever after marriage. It may sound shocking but my husband has been unfaithful to me but it doesn't bother me at all, the fact that he was sleeping with somebody else behind my back doesn't pink my interest. I was looking for an excuse to divorce him anyways. He was a terrible husband. I know he was going to cost me mystery the day that I met him.You see I didn't fell in love with him, he didn't propose to me, he didn't even love me, it was all set up by are parents and it just happen. I found it hilarious when they told me that I needed to marry him, since it wasn't out of love it was all my family's business. Either way, it didn't surprise me when I caught him cheating (not at all). In fact I predicted it when he said "I do" in our wedding day. I honestly could care less about him,It doesn't even affect me the fact that he was unfaithful to me.

To be honest I've been lying to myself this entire time. He was the best husband. Until he slept with a woman behind my back. To be honest, it was true that we did fell in love (at least I thought). It was true that he propose to me. It was true that our parents did in fact set us up for marriage just for the family business but I didn't care. Only thing I care about was him. I could tell you all the wonderful things he did but what will be the point of that. All those wonderful things will have no meaning compared to the one horrible thing he did to me. It's hilarious how a young person such as myself has a broken heart. It truly is sad, how I got played by my beloved husband but I guess it doesn't matter anymore. I don't care at all about the situation anymore But I can't help to care about him.

Well that's enough about my past. Let's go to the present. Now where should I start, Oh yes, let's start with the bottle of red wine that I'm drinking right now. Let's say that I'm probably up to my third bottle and let's just say that I'm probably drunk. Now let's get to the problem in hand, I'm drinking and I'm writing a letter to someone that I'm probably not sure who it is cuz I'm definitely drunk. It's probably a letter to my loving husband or simply a letter for me. You see when I'm emotionally active I like to write what I'm feel. The problem is I don't write my feelings in a diary I write them as letters to myself. You can tell that this is not going to end well for me but the problems from today I'll leave them for tomorrow worries. I didn't realize it but by the time I finish writing the letter I felt asleep.I also didn't realize that one of the maids came into my room to see If I was feeling okay after those three bottles of red wine but it seems that she decided to mail the letter without my permission out of her own kindness. It seems she thought she was doing me a favor by giving it to the mailman. Unfortunately that wasn't the case,that letter wasn't supposed to be mailed, It certainly wasn't supposed to be seen by the eyes of the person who received it but unfortunately it did. Unfortunately I can't seem to remember what I wrote in that letter, though I am curious to know.