Maxim de Winter, what is your deal? So, you just got yourself a new wife. How’s that going? Is she fitting in? Do you think she’s having a hard time at Manderley? Why ever would that be? Maybe it’s because she’s a poor girl who doesn’t have any experience running any household let alone an estate like Manderley. Have you thought about helping her out some? No, of course not, you’re too busy trying to hide your secrets. You’re not very good at that either. Your new wife may be the least interesting woman in the world, but she’s not completely stupid. She’s going to figure things out eventually.
Why did you marry her anyway? Is it because she is the total opposite of your last wife? It’s not because of her sparkling personality, obviously. When she does show any signs of life, you shut that right down, don’t ya? “I wish I was a woman of about thirty-six dressed in black satin with a string of pearls,” she says and you say, “You would not be in this car with me if you were.” I know, mature women, gross right? You’re forty-two so thirty-six is way too old for you. Stick with the ‘woman’ you refer to as ‘my dear child.” That’s not pervy at all.
She’s seems unhappy, doesn’t she? Perhaps it’s because she has no idea what she’s doing, no idea how to please you. She’s admits that’s she’s afraid of the servants, and you just laugh at her. That’s helpful. Why is Mrs Danvers still there? Wasn’t she your first wife’s maid? Keeping her around seems like a bad idea considering what I know about you. You know…your secret? You need to fire that bitch. Just a suggestion. Maybe that will work out fine for you. I’m sure it will. No worries.
You know what will make your new wife feel better? Your brooding and pouting and picking fights. I know I love a man who acts like an eight year old. Keep that up. She won’t get sick of that. When she gets upset and begs you to ‘forgive’ her (for what, I don’t know), you pat her on the head like a dog. Why didn’t you just get another dog? There a lots of homeless dogs available.
Why did you marry her, really? Was it because you were lonely? I can’t see it being love. How can you love this person you knew a week? I don’t think it was because you felt sorry for her. If you did feel sorry for her, you wouldn’t have married her. Yes, her job was awful, but isn’t everyone’s first job? Maybe once she matured, she’d make a life for herself. Or you could have gotten her a better job, or paid for an education. But no, you drag her to the country with your loneliness and your secrets. You’re a selfish man, Maxim de Winter.
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier