In her own marriage, Lucy had always felt like she was a prisoner of war. Often times she felt guilty about her constant feelings of entrapment since she figured most women must have, at some point, felt the same sort of imprisonment she did. A shrew in captivity is what her husband summed her up as. Her temper and often abrupt mood swings and tantrums were the real reason she felt as trapped as she did. Here she was, throwing herself out there for some sort of attention and all she got was a threat to have her eye blackened and a hasty trip to her shrink.



... it's not a lot so far, but it's coming along. i feel like lucy might actually be that one character that can most woman can relate to. at least, i'm hoping that's what she'll be.