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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