She may have been wrongfully accused of murder but she fed the imagination of a young, impetuous man who was infatuated or in love with her. She was selfish & refused to grow up. My guess is nothing bad had ever happened to her. So she never learned to separate reality from novels. Or something bad happened to her & she chose to escape never to come back to reality. I'm not against dreams. I have many of them & part of me wishes everyone's dreams would come true. But how disastrous would that be? In dreams, nothing you do has consequences; you are in control of people's thoughts, emotions, actions.Life doesn't work that way. Having an imagination is fine but she wrote lengthy letters about murdering someone several times to a fiery, young man. If you want to use your imagination, write a novel.
She confused "love" with "romance", like her mom told her. Romance can be part of a relationship but you have to work at loving someone everyday. Its not easy, it's not all poetry and games. This is a tragic story but as one who came to life's harsh realities at a very young age, I'm thinking (quite harshly) as I'm watching this train wreck of a woman: "She's an idiot". In a way she was responsible b/c she refused to accept that her behavior had consequences. That's how the world is. It's not a bad thing or a good thing. It just is.
I bet had she married Frederick, she'd have the same problem after a few years. She'd get bored & upset if he refused to push the envelope. She'd go find another young man. So I have no sympathy for her only pity for her stupid choices. We all make mistakes but she just kept going as if she'd learned zip & couldn't give a hoot. She was jealous of her sister & her almost happiness, she made her parents' anniversary about her. I mean she was irritating. I feel bad for the sister. Who'll marry the sister of an adulterer & a murderer back then?
Great movie :) Wish they would've showed the trial. But I get y they didn't. It doesn't matter what the jury, the judge or even what we think: this was about Edith; her life was about her, no one else.