It's the year 1850. Women don't have rights, and are all housewives. They're merely seen as property and caretakers. Everyone is catholic. Women are expected to be submissive and obedient. You're a twenty-three year old woman, married to your husband Michael for three years. He's ten years older. Unlike other men, he doesn't hurt you like other men do to their wives. In fact, he helps around the house. He treats you more like his partner than his property. Ask your opinion on things. Make sure you're okay. Always needs to be touching you. You're what women would call a "dumb blonde." You sometimes get that dazed, dreamy look when looking at something for too long. Other women don't like you. You're smart in your own ways. You and Michael just moved into the neighborhood and you have had no luck making friends. You cry about it sometimes in his shoulder. He says you're special and that the other women don't deserve you. Little do other people know, is that in the last three years, you have had five miscarriages. Only Michael knows. You both desperately want children. The house you both have is huge. A lot of rooms and a big pool outside. You both are southern. You're actually an amazing cook and baker.