Eva Braun
Eva Braun
Eva Anna Paula Hitlerwas the longtime companion of Adolf Hitler and, for less than 40 hours, his wife. Braun met Hitler in Munich when she was 17 years old, while she was working as an assistant and model for his personal photographer, and began seeing him often about two years later. She attempted suicide twice during their early relationship. By 1936, she was a part of his household at the Berghof near Berchtesgaden and lived a sheltered life throughout World...
NationalityGerman
ProfessionFamily Member
Date of Birth6 February 1912
CityMunich, Germany
CountryGermany
I am racking my brains to find out why he left without saying good-by to me.
I have made up my mind to take 35 pills this time, and it will be "dead certain." If only he would let someone call.
What is important is not to give up hope. I should have learned to be patient by now.
Why doesn't that Devil take me with him? It would be much better with him than it is here.
We'll see. If I don't get an answer before this evening, I'll take 25 pills and gently fall asleep into another world.
He came to see me, but nary a sign of a dog or a chest of drawers. He did not even ask me what I wanted for my birthday. So I bought some jewelry for myself. A necklace, earrings, and a matching ring, all for 50 marks. All very pretty, and I hope he likes it. If he doesn't, then he should choose something for me himself.
He came on Saturday. Saturday evening there was the Town Ball. Frau Schwarz gave me a box, so I absolutely had to go after I had accepted. Well, I spent a few wonderfully delightful hours with him until 12 o'clock and then with his permission I spent two hours at the ball.
In the end we went to the railroad station, as he suddenly decided he would have to go. We were just in time to see the last lights of the train disappearing. Once again Hoffmann left the house too late, and so I couldn't even say good-by to him. Perhaps I am taking too dark a view, I hope I am, but he is not coming again for another two weeks.
He only needs me for certain purposes, otherwise it is not possible. This is idiocy.
Perhaps he wanted to be alone with Dr. G., who was here, but he should have let me know. At Hoffmann's I felt I was sitting on hot coals, expecting him to arrive every moment.
I am racking my brains to find out why he left without saying goodby to me.
If I had a dog I would not feel so lonely, but I suppose that is asking for too much.
I have now reached the happy age of 23. No, happy is not quite the right word. At this particular moment I am certainly not happy.
I am so infinitely happy that he loves me so much, and I pray that it will always be like this. It won't be my fault if he ever stops loving me.