She really was strong! I never heard that story. I'd bought the story that David Copperfield was supposed to have been loosely based on Dicken's life. What a sham.
Yeah, my hubby demonized me. It was interesting to see how easily supposedly liberated women believed him. He was dying, so I looked the other way for the most part. He and I had moments like these in my poem as well but, instead of both of us working our butts off to get the family and dogs in the car for a long road trip, he did nothing but set lights on the timers, and he frustratingly waited until every single other thing was done before he did even that much. We'd be waiting for him out by the packed car. But I was the lazy and dull one. I wonder how many marriages have this aspect. Good for Catherine! And as much as I love reading Dickens, now my stomach has been turned. How easy that was!!! Dear me, are we all the same?