My name is Miss Havisham, and this is my life.

--Part One--

You must know, before we begin, that I was a spoilt child. My mother died when I was very young, I have very few memories of her, which is something I regret to this day. After my mother’s death, I became my father’s pet. I received everything I could have wished for. I simply assumed this life and continued accepting my gifts. My father had owned a brewery in the country several years before my birth and until his death, my father taught me to be as proud as he was. I cannot agree that this was a good decision on his part.

Several years later my father married the cook (in private of course). When the cook died, my father came to me in all honesty, telling me of his faults and what he had done. I soon discovered that I had a half brother, which was to become a part of my family. This came as a large shock to me as I had always been a only child, never having to share and always getting my own way. My father soon became resentful of my half brother and disinherited him, which I found to be most refreshing at the time. My father’s health began to deteriorate with time as did his hate for my half brother. In my father’s will, my half brother was left some money, which in comparison to the amount left to me, was pitiful.
I still miss my father to this day.


--Part Two--

I have always known that my half brother held it against me for his pitiful inheritance, even though the choice was out of my hands. Then as my life continued steadily on as it always had a young man was constantly arising at the public balls and races by the name of Mr Compeyson, it still hurts for me to write his name on paper. He constantly pursued me, and with time, I began to worship him. I was constantly close to him, and everyone could see the courtship continuing through its phases.

I had become blind to anything logical, so when Mr Compeyson asked me for money, I assumed that eventually we would be sharing our funds, so why not start now?  Eventually we were planning to be married. I had organised it all, the dresses, the cake and anything else that a wedding requires.
This next part is difficult for me to write as it was the point in time, in which my heart was broken. On my wedding day, whilst I was getting ready, at twenty minutes to nine in the morning, I received a letter from Compeyson, reading as follows:
“My dearest one,
I must do this quickly so I can do it and not feel the emotions which may hold me back.
I cannot continue with this marriage, I am sorry for the pain I may cause you.

Goodbye, Compeyson.”

My heart was broken, my life stopped as did the clocks.


--Part Three--

Several months later, Jaggers, my lawyer gave me a child. I knew not of its parents but was told to raise it as my own. I named her Estella, planning to protect her from the entire pain of heartbreak which I had felt. She was a beautiful child and continued to grow only more beautiful.

Estella continued to grow and I believed that I was doing the right thing in my ways of protecting her from all that was wrong in the world. Estella became colder and colder; once describing her heart as being made of ice. I soon met a young boy by the name of Pip. He attempted to find some warmth in the icy depths of Estella, but was only rejected. I had trained her in such a fashion as to break hearts, which she did of Pip’s.

Much later she married a man named Drummel. She had intended to break his heart, but he broke her. She is still cold to this day, but her spirit is lacking. I realise the faults in my treatment of Estella as a child, I had only hoped to raise her, and save her from my type of life, a life of coldness and the inability to trust others. I was not able to do such.

This is my life.