Penelope

It has been twenty years since I have seen my beloved husband Odysseus. Twenty years of not knowing where he was, what he was doing, if he was living or not. When he first left I did not know what to do with my self. I knew that I had to keep strong for Telemachus especially. I did not know how hard it was going to be doing so at the time though. I knew from the start too there would be other men as well and I had to keep pushing them away. I had to stay strong for Odysseus no matter what happens. I knew he would be okay because he’s such a strong and brave man to begin with. He could easily fight off any harm that came his way. He is such a good leader as well and he is very noble and knows what he’s doing. I just had to keep telling myself that everyday hoping he would return home soon. When he finally did, I couldn’t control my emotions. I didn’t know what to think or how to react. But finally, after twenty years, I was relieved from this pain and this uncomfortable feeling I had. All is well again, and Odysseus is well and safely home.