Creative Writing

University Degree Linguistics, Classics and related subjects

Shivani Kalwani 11SR

I’m Mileva Einstein who was the unfortunate woman who married Albert at Bern City Hall on January 6, 1903. Although he was 4 years younger than me, I fell truly and deeply in love with him. Mesmerised by his infectious smile and outstanding intelligence. Our marriage was a match made in heaven. Everything about Albert was perfect. He lit up a room with his contagious laughter and his manly presence. People just warmed to his eccentric manner.

As his wife I was proud to have him as my husband.

Everybody has heard of Albert Einstein. Anybody who has not been living in a vacuum for the last 100 years has heard of Albert Einstein. But only I was one of the few that REALLY new Albert Einstein.

However as his familiarity rose, so did his ego not to mention his crazy mad hair. The writing was on the wall; our marriage was cracking at the seams.

In the beginning he always had time for me. He was different from other husbands. He was not expectant of me. He engaged in frivolous conversation. He bought me flowers, the occasional chocolates. Every few months he would save some of his wages and take me to an extravagant restaurant where we would pretend we were of high society and that money was no object.

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He never got cross and always seemed pleased to be with me, even if our home was far from being tidy and we had a mountain of washing taking shape in the front room.

Soon his working hours started to become longer. I was seeing less and less of Albert. His world revolved around what was soon to be described as “Physics”. Every waking moment he spent in his office furiously writing letters and numbers and odd shaped symbols. Such things filled him with excitement.

I felt ignored and hurt as he always wanted to study and ...

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He never got cross and always seemed pleased to be with me, even if our home was far from being tidy and we had a mountain of washing taking shape in the front room.

I felt ignored and hurt as he always wanted to study and never had time for an actual life with me. Gone were the days of flowers, chocolates and nice restaurants. I convinced myself that he was doing this for us. He was doing this for our future, our family. I even felt guilty about being so unsupportive.

I thought things were starting to look up for us once Albert was granted a raise and promoted to ********. At the same time I fell pregnant with our first son who we named Hans Albert. I was certain that the birth of Hans would complete our family. I was so excited about becoming a mother. For years I had watched others push their children around. I wanted that feeling of being a proper family. I knew I was going to be a great mother and that Albert was going to be a fantastic father.

In 1905, Albert published his four scientific papers which were apparently a real breakthrough. This really kick started his career. On the surface things were great. Here I was with my perfect son and my incredibly intelligent husband. However nobody could see the catastrophic effect being married to a genius posed on myself and my marriage.

Only a few years later Albert decided to resign from the University of Bern, to become an associate professor in Zurich. Due to this promotion I was forced to uproot my family and move to Prague. Away from everyone and everything I knew.

But Albert was my husband, and if this was what made him happy I had no choice. Apart from missing my home I found the atmosphere in Prague unbearable. There was so much tension between the German Nationalist Elite and the Czechs. I found myself slowly sinking into deeper melancholy.

I was delighted to learn that we were to move back in Zurich. It was 1910 and I was pregnant with our second son Eduard.

I thought that this would definitely make Albert happy. Back in Zurich surrounded by familiarity and two beautiful sons.

This was not to be. This was not enough for Albert Einstein. The father of physics, the father of Hans and Eduard.

I caught him red handed cheating on me with his cousin Elsa. I was devastated to say the least.

It was such a blow to discover that after 10 years of marriage that Albert no longer loved me. Long gone had the days been when he adored me and showered me with affection.

Albert didn’t love me anymore he was deeply and madly in love with Elsa. What made it worse was the way in which Elsa paraded herself with my husband. Shamelessly.

I hated her.

Eduard, Hans and I then left our family home and moved into a boarding house. Despite his cheating ways I hoped and prayed that Albert would return after he realised his mistake and what he was losing. This was not to be and instead Albert moved in with Elsa.

In 1916 Albert demanded a divorce from me as he wanted to marry Elsa. This was too much for me to cope with. My mind and body collapsed and I was hospitalised. Even after all he had put me through; he actually believed I was faking it. Nothing was real anymore. I couldn’t cope with my life. I spent the next two years in a Swiss Psychiatric Clinic.

When I finally recovered I decided to him his precious divorce. He could marry Elsa. I wanted him no longer in my life. I was angry and hurt but now was the time to move on. But I didn’t let him off lightly. I demanded he signed over any future Nobel Prize as part of the divorce settlement.

Well life had to go on as he would always say. Despite my sham marriage and the deep hurt and pain he put me through. I had my beautiful sons. Something Albert could never take away from me. We continued our life with out him. I got a nice little job teaching Maths and Music. So I was finally happy and so were my sons. Who did Albert Einstein think he was anyway?