As you’ve probably heard by now, Juliet is dead. I feel
terrible. In these past few hours, I’ve been thinking about things I could’ve
done better as a parent. I find myself going back to her childhood, when more
of an effort could have been made on my part. Especially when she used to ask
me to play those silly, childish games with her and I told her I was too busy.
You mustn’t think of me as a bad parent, it’s just that we had already hired a
person to take care of all the “mommy” business.
All I remember was that Capulet and I went into Juliet’s
room to convince her to marry Paris and things didn’t go so well. It would have
been wise to wait until Juliet stopped grieving for Tybalt, but it was time we
didn’t have. Capulet became mad and annoyed and said he would disown her if she
didn’t marry Paris. When she turned to me for help, I said I agreed with
Capulet. Then this morning, she went off to Friar Lawrence’s cell to go confess
and then all of a sudden she's dead. Did she do this to herself? Maybe this could have been
prevented if we didn’t pressure her so much to get married or if I had defended
her when my husband vowed to disown her. It’s not so much that my husband
wanted her to marry Paris, but rather that it would take too long to keep
searching for a man that Juliet liked and at the same time seemed worthy of our
approval. She said she would rather marry Romeo than Paris! Isn’t that
outrageous? I distinctly remember her saying “Indeed I never shall be satisfied
with Romeo till I behold him – dead.” In honor of her, I will speak to my
husband and try to grant her this last wish.
