Lydia snapped her chair back to the point where it fell backwards as she rose. She had written to both her utterly rich oldest sisters, and told them she was a widow, and they were both so inconsiderate! The least one might expect was som sympathy and for them to ask her to live with them now, but no! Neither one of them had invited her, and she knew for a fact that they had asked Kitty! How was that any different? What a lack of tact - she was far more interesting than Kitty, anyway!

Normally, Lydia wouldn't let the lack of invitation bother her, but not only Elizabeth but Jane (influenced by Elizabeth and her horrible husband, no doubt, even Wickham had hated him and he could have really poor judgement) had stated very rudely that she could not come to them. How dare they tell her she wasn't welcome? She was their sister! They were such snobs, these days! It was unbelievable, really!

And then they dared, dared, to send her - send, as if she was a young girl and not a married woman - to live with their mother in the middle of nowhere! It was so boring, just the thought of it! And she would have liked to live with them and their servants, being a mother was so much work! She bet neither Jane nor Elizabeth looked after their own children. It was so unfair!

Elizabeth was so unhelpful lately, she was so rich and yet she was barely giving Lydia scraps. Life was so unfair! In a huff, Lydia slammed the letter onto the desk and stalked away without righting the chair. She would have to fix it herself later - some people didn't have servants to wait on them - but she pretended not to. Life was so unfair - Lydia was special and everyone seemed to have just forgotten. She hated her family sometimes. They were all just jealous because Lydia was the prettiest and had married first.

She'd never admit that it was her, who was a little bit jealous. And she certainly wouldn't ever say that she was very jealous. But she was.