In all these eight years, we never exchanged a word on ANY serious subject. We have NEVER sat down in earnest together!
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You have never loved me. You never understood me. Just like papa. When I was with papa, he told me his opinion about everything, and if I differed from him I hid the fact, because he would not have liked it. He called me his doll-child.
What sort of expression is THAT to use about our marriage?!
My little doll..only my say matters~
Yes, Papa..
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Our home has been nothing but a playroom. I have been your doll-wife, and the children have been my dolls. I thought it great fun when you played with me, just as they thought it great fun...
That is what has been our marriage, and that is why I am going to leave you.
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You blind, FOOLISH woman! To desert your home, your husband and your children, your sacred duties. Before all else, you are a WIFE and a MOTHER!
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I don't believe that any longer..I must think over things for myself.
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I was your little skylark, your doll, which you would treat with gentle care because it was 'brittle' and 'fragile'..
Then it dawned on me.
Goodbye, Torvald.
For eight years, I had been living with a strange man. As of now, I am no wife to you and mother to your children..
Nora..Nora! How empty, she is gone! T-the most wonderful miracle of all..