My library. There's usually more people here.

Me and a friend reading our favorite stories. I am on the right

My home

Good news! A new act was made! I can now earn and keep money for my own use! This means I can no longer depend on my husband for money. If I can make more money from the library, perhaps one of the first things I can do is buy me new clothes. Or I can even decorate my room as much as I please.

Of course, we women still have a long way ago before we're taken seriously, but I'm happy to report that this one of the first steps in doing so. Now if only we were allowed to vote. Or still get inheretince from our families.  Or marry who we want.

Poor Queen Victoria. Ever since her husband died, all she has done was wore black. Every time I hear about her, she still mourns the loss of Albert. It's rare for us to enjoy our arranged marriage, so it was blissful to see the queen happy to be around him. But now her smile has faded, and her mood dampened. From the looks of things, she'll never recover from the loss of Prince Albert.

Two things are happening; first, there's going to be a memorial built for him in the near future. Also, we're going to have the St. Pancras train station within the same year. It's strange that despite a tragedy, us Britians are still moving forward. I suppose that's why the world is always sees as magnificent.

There are talks about a  killer in England, and so far, no one knows who or where they are."Jack the ripper" is the name they gave him. Five young women have been killed in such a short time, and in such horrific ways that just thinking about them makes me ill. I'm told its in the much poorer region of England.  It's funny how we live in bliss in our mansions, but we never know what's on the other side. We've been kept in ignorance for so long.

In other news, we're going to have our first underground railroad station, and my family may be the first to ride it. It hasn't opened yet, but everyone is already poked up about it. It's kind of hard to not feel excited as well. As I always said, let's see what fate has in store for us. Perhaps it will be a great thing.

A worry

My husband is worried about me. Most women here who go into labor, whatever the number, die a short while later. Or, even more distressing, the child will not live to even get to the age of one. My husband was distressed when he found out that I was pregnant. But I can't get rid of child; not safely, at least.

None of our birth controls are safe, or effective. Most of us end up getting pregnant anyway, no matter what we do. Besides, none of us can predict when we can become pregnant. It's almost beyond our control. I wish we could predict when it happens, but we just don't have the materials. For now, we're stuck here waiting for fate to make the decision for us.