A Married Woman

Lydia has come home today. I am almost sad at how mixed feeling I am. My dear little sister has not matured. She is the same girl who has left but now she is a married girl. Oh how I wished she would have grown up over the time she was gone in hiding. The whole time while waiting inside, waiting for her to come in, I had wondered how much she grieved her current position. I wondered how she felt, and what she was enduring… She seemed to not care about what she had done! After Lydia greeted us, I realized how upset father seemed the entire time, holding his tongue and being rather cold towards his Wickham, his new son-in-law and my new brother. My sisters were uneasy about the situation. My mother was the only one who was truly happy. She and Lydia chatted away. They seemed to both have great pleasure in the topic of her marriage. Lydia could not have made father anymore upset! Oh I know she was only happy for her own marriage, and her happiness could not be helped but- my poor, dear father… He was so upset and disgusted at her attitude, and I was so shocked! Her carelessness! Her thoughtlessness! Oh my dearest sister- how could you? How could you NOT think of our dear father and his feelings!? Goodness, I understand it her day, her marriage day- the happiest day in her life but-! It brings me so much pain to be so confused and unnerved… I wish to happy for her, but I can only see the discomfort she has caused my dear father.