What is happening to my dear husband? He says that he is sick but sick with what? Guilt? Sorrow? He has not been acting like himself lately, he treats me as if I’m a harlot instead of his wife. He’s been keeping secrets from me as if I’m not worthy enough to be trusted. Oh Brutus,”it will not let you sleep, nor talk, and could it work so much upon your shape as it hath much prevailed on your condition, I should not know you, Brutus.” I tried to discuss what was going on but he denied me the explanation I desired. It caused me such pain that my beloved Brutus was keeping secrets from me. He said that I was a great wife, too good for him. If that’s the case then why is he not sharing these secrets with me? I stabbed myself in the thigh
