Hamlet Letter To Father
Dear Hamlet,
I would like to start by saying that I thought I would be able to express all of these emotions, for you to love me and for my dad to be alive, but it seems I can´t bear it any longer, it is clear that it is a fantasy that won't be a reality, I must tell you everything, to get it all out.
I must tell you, Hamlet, that living in your crazy world is driving me to madness I just can´t hold it anymore. I am so tired, I can´t keep going about every single day telling myself that I had to ignore it all and simply, sweetly smile, everything is wrong. Why should I continue? Why should I sit around and let men like you tell me what to do any longer? Why should I just smile, when my father is dead, and the love of my life just keeps …show more content…
So Hamlet, Am I your maid? Your slave? Your toy? You all speak to me with disrespect. “Get thee to a nunnery,” you say? I understand your frustration with your family and your mother but it's not my fault. Just because your uncle killed your father and your mother did not wait a minute to marry, it does not give you the right to speak to me like I have done the same.
I am not a source for your sexual needs. Without us women, who would cook and clean for you men? Men are a disgrace, it is quite evident that without us, you men are hopeless yet why am I mistreated. The problem is that I can´t speak for myself because nobody allows it and certainly no one will care. It has been hard to be a woman, and more in this crazy world, but besides that, you, my love have chosen to throw me away.
I have lived my life in punishment, having to say yes to everything and with absolutely no freedom to a point that is no more …show more content…
How can I go on in live, survive any longer, with absolutely no peace in my mind, with depression of my beloved father’s death, a man that I loved and would die for, that the other man, the man that I was devoted to and I loved with all my heart, so cruelly murdered my father, that was you Hamlet, I hold you responsible.
There's no more sense in my life, I am confused. You have committed such a crime and not even feel any shame or guilt. You don´t have any consideration for my well being or stability of my current state, not even after you killed my father. I am curious, Hamlet, for what reason did you did this awful thing, how could you do this to me. What did he do to you to deserve it, what did I
I would like to start by saying that I thought I would be able to express all of these emotions, for you to love me and for my dad to be alive, but it seems I can´t bear it any longer, it is clear that it is a fantasy that won't be a reality, I must tell you everything, to get it all out.
I must tell you, Hamlet, that living in your crazy world is driving me to madness I just can´t hold it anymore. I am so tired, I can´t keep going about every single day telling myself that I had to ignore it all and simply, sweetly smile, everything is wrong. Why should I continue? Why should I sit around and let men like you tell me what to do any longer? Why should I just smile, when my father is dead, and the love of my life just keeps …show more content…
So Hamlet, Am I your maid? Your slave? Your toy? You all speak to me with disrespect. “Get thee to a nunnery,” you say? I understand your frustration with your family and your mother but it's not my fault. Just because your uncle killed your father and your mother did not wait a minute to marry, it does not give you the right to speak to me like I have done the same.
I am not a source for your sexual needs. Without us women, who would cook and clean for you men? Men are a disgrace, it is quite evident that without us, you men are hopeless yet why am I mistreated. The problem is that I can´t speak for myself because nobody allows it and certainly no one will care. It has been hard to be a woman, and more in this crazy world, but besides that, you, my love have chosen to throw me away.
I have lived my life in punishment, having to say yes to everything and with absolutely no freedom to a point that is no more …show more content…
How can I go on in live, survive any longer, with absolutely no peace in my mind, with depression of my beloved father’s death, a man that I loved and would die for, that the other man, the man that I was devoted to and I loved with all my heart, so cruelly murdered my father, that was you Hamlet, I hold you responsible.
There's no more sense in my life, I am confused. You have committed such a crime and not even feel any shame or guilt. You don´t have any consideration for my well being or stability of my current state, not even after you killed my father. I am curious, Hamlet, for what reason did you did this awful thing, how could you do this to me. What did he do to you to deserve it, what did I