My mother and father did not love eachother .

In certain ways they did like the way they held hands when we walked through town or the way they where always smiling and laughing together when we’re in the company of others .But the truth is there was no love between them .

When my mother was eighteen she married my father .They had know each other since they where kids .My grandfather had introduced my mother to my father when they where only four years old .Carefully laying the foundations of what would be a very advantageous marriage for both families .My mother comes from a seemingly wealthy family she grew up amongst only the richest of things .However , my grandfather had quite a taste for achol and soon what was a big pot overflowing with money became nothing but a few spare pennies rolling in the bottom of the barrel .In meeting my father my grandfather had secured a plan for keeping the family afloat for anouther few years .Very strategically thought out I must admit .

Being young and full of beauty my mother thought that married life would come with romance and love till death did her part .However she soon learnt my father had no eyes for her let alone love .Infact on more then one occasion his eyes would wander to lots of other women yet never fell on her .After a while my mother became angry as she realised the plan that had been made and set out to try and remove herself from the family all together .Many a night she tried to escape but her father would always have thousands of police hunt her down within secounds returning her to the prison which was my father and his drifting gaze .

Months became years and a civility came between them .Now very rarely are they seen together unless entertaining guests in one of the many rooms in this estate .

My eighteenth birthday morning and wedding day .I woke to a small envelope on my night stand .i was to marry a man called George from an estate neighbouring onto ours .My father had picked him out and had arranged for our marriage to be on my birthday so as to ensure a tidy and secure plan and thus the tradition repeats itself .I reached for the envelope and unfolded the note inside .

“ To my only daughter Cathy ,

I married your father against will .We had no love for eachother .I will not let you do the same . Your wedding day should be filled with butterflies and excitement knowing your spending the rest of your life with your soulmate .Love should feel like invisible threads connecting the two of you like a thousand words could not describe your feelings for eachother .So please don’t make my mistake and be chained to this life forever .Find you own husband and live the life I never did .Ive enclosed money enough to get you away from here .Take it and go before the servants wake up by the time your father finds out I’m hoping you will have gone .

This is your chance to find love .Take it “