From the Scuba Farmer Wife's Diary
- 12 October - (the Year is all Smudged, thanks to the water damage)
Before we had everything... A tree that bore Golden Pears, Fresh air, Freedom to go where our
Hearts desired...
And now... only Mud, Stuffy recycled air and a crooked Tree, that's dead and ugly...
I keep spotting leaks everywhere around the house, but my dear Husband doesn't seem to even pay
attention to me anymore. So I've ordered our children to wear their suits all the time.. This is
not a way of living anymore... I can't even feel safe inside my house...
He just keeps working and working day by day - night by night... He doesn't even want to touch
me... Soo...(sigh).. last night we started sleeping in separate rooms.. I even don't know does
that man sleep anymore.. He hasn't removed his helmet & gear since the accident in the
Air Mill... Which I don't think I want to write about right now...
When I bring up the idea, that Maybe we should Move back Top side, he just turns off his suits
audio receptors & ignores me completely... Or if he says anything at all, then: "He's doing this
all for the Future of our Children"... I mean What?! Is he going to leave all the Mud & all this
infertile land, where nothing grows, to our Dear Ones?!?!... I don't want my gorgeous 3 Little
Daughters spending their lives all cooped up on this Cursed Mud field... Rotting & wasting away
slowly...
I don't know how long I can take this... But he's still my One and Only & I can't strand him
here...
I've been starting to get anxiety attacks day & night... I'm haunted by my constant dream of
drowning in my sleep... While the water rushes in through the doors and the windows...
I am truly scared & horrified...
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