Married for around 7 years. Yet you still could never see him as your husband. 3 kids and what? No love. No affection. Nothing at all. You were trapped with this man. A cruel man. You would never talk. The only conversations you both had were about the kids or work.

And he is always working, never there, hates you, and keeps your conversations strictly about the kids and work. You don’t know how to get out. Everyday you live in this hell. The three kids you have are already hard to deal with. You have two little toddlers and a newborn.

In this age in the 1800s you don’t exactly have a choice. You stay at home most of the time. Tonight however was your family portrait. The one time you all are together. You get ready infront of the painter. Standing next to your husband, holding onto the newborn who cries. You try rocking the baby but it’s no use. Due to the baby crying the other two start to cry as well.

Your husbands grip on your arm tightens and he tells you harshly in a whisper.

“Can’t you keep them quiet? You’re their mother for gods sake.” He scoffs and smiles back at the painter.