Ted Hughes: Sylvia what is wrong with you women...whats with all of these poems what the hell do u want from-
Sylvia Plath- What do I want...Hmmmm....How about you be a better Husband and allow me to write whatever I want
Ted: Oh yeah so the whole damn world can see what type of Psychopath you really are...
Sylvia: ...so that's what you think about me...i see
Ted: Ever thought of writing something good for a change...you really give me a bad-
Sylvia: Oh so that's what it comes back to.....you...you,you,you that's all the matter
Ted: You are a suicidal nut case....
Sylvia: ...You know this isn't really working out now is it?
Ted: I can care less....if you want to leave the kids motherless....you do that, I swear you can be a huge pain in the ass sometimes.
Sylvia: *Leaves room* *Goes to write in Journal"
Journal: I can see when I'm not wanted....Tomorrow is the day i die...I will put my head in a oven and slowly kill myself...just like my husband is killing be with his words...
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