Mr. Rochester is married. He’s been married for years. Her name is Bertha Mason, and she lives in the attic, attended by Grace Poole, because she is completely mad. She was the one who set his bed on fire, almost killed Mr Mason (who is actually her brother, and the one who burst into our ceremony and announced all this), and tore up my wedding veil.

I’m leaving. Can’t say where. But I’m leaving. I can’t and won’t live like this. This is most likely the end of this blog. Thank you all for reading. My apologies for its unsatisfactory ending.

HELP

Wedding today. Even more jitters! Edward seems even more jittery than me. But not in a good way.

Updates to come!

Nervous.

Wedding tomorrow. Pre-marital jitters!

Answers. Except not really.

An thoroughly unsatisfactory answer from Edward. He told me it was Grace Poole, and that she’s nuts, but he has to keep her here, and he will tell me the reason why a year and a day after we’re married.

A little melodramatic, darling…

The dream.

Last night, I had the most disturbing dream. I was holding a baby that was crying hysterically, and was following Mr. Rochester down a winding road. I don't know why, but it was incredibly unsettling.

Then, the dream morphed. I was in my bed, an a hideous figure stood in my room and tore my wedding veil before turning to me. I was so frightened in the dream that I passed out.

The worst bit was, I thought it was all a dream. Until I got up the next morning and found my wedding veil in shreds!!

I’m anxious for Edward to return home. I don’t understand what happened, and I want to hear what he thinks about it.

I'm not sure how this happened either.

I’m almost not sure what to write. Or how to explain this in a way that seems believable. But, somehow, impossibly, I am engaged to Edward Rochester! I'm so happy, I can hardly write. But we had an interesting chat in the garden, which started off with us discussing his marriage to Miss Ingram, and somehow ended in us declaring our mutual love. I thought he was joking at first, but then he told me that he had never intended to marry Blanche. That she also no longer wanted to marry him (as he had spread rumors that he wasn't actually that wealthy).

I don't even know what's happening. I just know I've never been so happy in my entire life.

As a side note, there was an enormous thunderstorm last night, and the tree in the garden was struck by lightening. It was rather unnerving.