You work there for a year. The money is good but you find it impossible to deny your feelings. You decide to leave. You ask your parents to arrange a marraige for you. Finding a husband for you is not easy because you have no dowry; in the end the best that they can do is to arrange a marriage with a fishmonger

You lead a humble (and somewhat smelly) married life. Your husband treats you well; he is somewhat in awe of you because you are above his station. Still, he is boring and you make your children the center of your existence. You often wonder if you did the right thing.