Liberation!

I confessed.

I told my husband everything. It was not necessarily intentional. I just couldn’t keep it within me. When I saw Vronsky fall like that, when I thought he could be injured, I realized that I could care for no one but him. Still, I am inconsolable at the thought of him not being here for me. But most importantly, as a result of my emotions, I told Karenin of the affair. Not just of my sexual indiscretion but of my love. That I LOVE Vronsky!

Karenins reaction was not what I thought. He was not mad or mean; he just looked sort of like a ghost, completely immobile. He was looked solid and yet fallen. Well, as always his is concerned with his work and himself and only desires that he does not share my shame.

I do look forward to seeing Vronsky tonight. Mostly I am relieved. I am so glad to get that off my chest. It was such a horrible lie. Seeing Vronsky tonight will be so freeing!
ak

How I Loath Horses

It’s here, again.  The weekend I dread.  We are going to Saratoga Springs for the annual horse race.  Vronsky is racing and I am so scared.  The steeplechase is notorious for being very dangerous, and the way he talks about his horse worries me.  It apparently is very fragile and not doing well.

I’ll keep you updated while were away!

Anna