COPYRIGHT SUICIDE

One was blonde. The other one was a brunette.
One had beautiful clear eyes. The other one had mysterious green eyes.
One came from the West. The other one came from the East.
One had two kids. The other one had almost two as well.
One was as graceful as a cat. The other one was feline as a black panther.

Both were fragile women, both met the wrong man, both were cheated by him, both were destroyed by him, both committed suicide…

One passed away in 1963. The other one died in 1969.

One kept her kids safe. The other one took her little daughter by the hand.
One was Plath. The other one was Wevill.
One was Sylvia. The other one was Assia.
One was the wife. The other one was the mistress
The devil was Ted Hughes!

One couldn’t stand humiliation and her lack of dignity any more. The other one was haunted by the ghost of Sylvia whom she blamed for making her suicidal.

Sylvia gassed herself, leaving her kids safe in their room with milk and cookies.
Assia dragged a bed into the kitchen, dissolved sleeping pills in water and gave it to her four years old daughter then gassed themselves.
The devil was Ted Hughes!

Hughes was an abusive man, a philanderer and a womanizer.

Sylvia’s marriage was a troubled one since the beginning.
Assia’s love affair was the “slave-master” kind.

Both women kept diaries. Sylvia’s last one was destroyed after her death.

Assia’s ones were published in 2006.

We will never know Sylvia’s opinion about her dear husband, Ted, but we have Assia’s testimony, and Hughes emerges as a cold hearted and deeply selfish man, who made of her another victim instead of the temptress who lured him into infidelity.

He never married her and had no intention to do so.

He was a widower, living with his lover in his wife’s home, father of three kids, and engaged in two other love affairs at the same time.

According to him, Sylvia’s death was inevitable as she had been flirting with suicide since her childhood.

According to him, he wasn’t aware at all about Assia’s sadness and distress, otherwise he would have married her…

I guess both women “talked to God, but the sky was empty*” and I guess that both women “shut their eyes and all the world dropped dead. They lifted their eyes and all was born again*”.

I guess both women said: “ENOUGH!” and did their best.

In 1982, Sylvia Plath won the posthumous Pulitzer price.

In 1998, Edward Hughes passed away.

“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grass waving above one’s head and listen to silence. To have no yesterday and no tomorrow.

To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace”.*

*Sylvia’s quotes.