16 Entry Sixteen

Oct 21, 2015

Hi Notebook, it’s been a while. I haven’t really had a chance to update you on what’s been happening lately. Nothing much is going on really. I haven’t been in contact with Mr. and Mrs. Taylor since the wedding, and Gared and I barely see each other as well.

We’re both really busy with school work and haven’t had the chance to talk. The school has been weird as well. Everyone knows we’re married now, and everyone suddenly started to treat me differently.

Some started to give me weird looks of disdain while others seemed to be talking about how they are jealous of me. I understand why, I am married to Gared Johnson after all. If I were in their shoes I would be jealous too, but Gared doesn’t really like me like that, so they really have nothing to be jealous about.

My days since the marriage have usually been mundane, I started doing the chores around the house, and the maids are really nice to me. They let me do the cooking for Gared and his laundry too. I wanted to do something for him after everything he has done for me.

Today was a little different than the other days. Gared asked me out today. He said he wanted to talk with me and get to know me better as we will be together for a while. I agreed and did my best to dress up. I even wore my pretty dress, the one that Mrs. Johnson gave to me as a wedding gift.

He took me to the park and we walked around while talking about ourselves. I barely talked though, it seemed like he enjoyed chatting so I let him be. He then took me to a nearby cafe and ordered for the both of us. No one has ever thought of me before. Everything with him is really a new experience.

Throughout the whole date, he was considerate of what I was feeling and whether or not I had fun. He pulled the chair for me, held the door, and even walked on the side of the road that was passed by cars to protect me.

To be truthful, I’ve only ever heard about these things through the books that I would sometimes sneakily read behind Mr. and Mrs. Taylor’s back. I didn’t understand the reason, but they would always punish me whenever they saw me with a book.

“Punish”, Gared said that what they were doing should not be called that. He said that I had never done anything to deserve such treatment. He told me to stop calling them “sessions” or “punishments” cause they were not the correct words to use.

I understood what he was trying to say. I did love reading books, and there was a seminar at our high school about it too. Still, it didn’t feel right to condemn them for doing something they thought was right.

I think I don’t deserve to be mad at them because I still believe that everything they did had a reason. Like those times I didn’t cook their food correctly or I didn’t do well in my studies. Those were all my fault, and as parents, I believe they had the right to punish me for not being “perfect”.

That’s about it Notebook, you’re pretty much caught up to everything that’s been going on so far. I wonder if this is what everyone calls a “Happy Ending”. What do you think?