Dear Diary,

This is my first diary, I wasn't bothered to write one in my childhood, for I didn't know the purpose of it, and ever since I have married and become a housewife I haven't had time for myself; until now.

Men nowadays, they don't know when they've hurt someone's feelings, they think that everything they do is right and should go how they want it to go- take my father for instance- he forced me to marry the son of a butcher (even though he knew I loved someone else) just because on his birthday I never made him cakes on his birthday whereas my sister did; now she is married to a Lord.

My husband is just like him- he always barked orders at me and drinks whisky everyday when he comes from work; pretends he's so tired when he sits on a chair drinking tea all day. So I have given him the punishment he deserves.

He came home and I had prepared a whisky for him and after drinking it he told me that he was going abroad to earn a living for he had lost his job. How on earth will I look after the baby!

I have to make some supper now, I will write again tomorrow.