If I live long enough, I can see myself living in solitude with my dog, a woodfire, a library of books and no contact with the outside world.
If I have a husband we will only speak of important things and we'll make love every day. We'd die together and read the same books. Music would be playing every second of everyday and we'd only sleep at the same time.
We'd only eat when we needed to and we'd share eachother's clothes.
If I don't have a husband, I will never speak a word of anything. I will paint, sit still for hours staring into the fire and leave behind a journal which would be read by the world.