A Journal of Woe Essay

The pain was excruciating as I struggled to fight for my life under the repose that my be spotd husband had forced upon me. I remember how much it hurts as I tried to gasp for air beneath Othellos powerful arms. I raise rec every last(predicate) those murderous eyes operate mad by green-eyed monster and hate. For an instant, I failed to recognize the man I absorb fought to erotic love. I cannot recognize that man I secretly married despite my laminitiss objections. For a moment, I failed to call the man who promised to love me for the rest of our lives. It all started that fateful night when Othello waked Michael Cassio from his deputy position.He impeach me of sleeping with Cassio. The jealousy was probably most triggered when he snarl that I was being withal concerned with Cassios situation. He must wealthy person thought that my acts in favor of Cassios defense were signs of affection for him. He accused me of giving Cassio the handkerchief which was a commit from him. There is no way I would have given such a valuable gift to someone else My love and affection is undividedly offered for Othello. It does not seek early(a) men aside from him. My fidelity to my espousal and to my husband is pure and untainted. How could he in time dare think of me with such nefariousnessHowever, it was too late to def land up myself further, for the fire in his eyes was already consumed with too much evil to pay each heed to my cries. Yet, before death consumed what was go forth of my body, the image of the man I love came before my eyes. I forgive him. He is a victim and not a murderer. I know in his mettle that he loves me still, and once this madness brought near by his jealousy ends, he would regret and ask for forgiveness. Or, he might end his life as well to stick me, so he can ground it up to me personallyand I go away be waiting on the former(a) side.