I go to sleep every night... hoping that I will wake up.

Macbeth has gone insane. There is no longer any question about it. Tonight he yelled and argued with his very chair where there sat nothing but air. I had to explain to the guests that the king often had such visions and make excuses for his erratic behavior. I then used the same ploy that I had used earlier and insulted his manhood to the point where he sat down and managed to hold a conversation again. I then realized how angry I was. All the fear that I was feeling over Macbeth taking charge and ordering those murders converted into anger. Who was he to think he could pull of a murder without me, to think he could pull off two! If I hadn't guided him through the murder of Duncan he wouldn't have even been able to put the dagger into Duncan, yet alone plan it so that he wasn't blamed   yet here he is planning on murdering two more men and getting away with it. I hadn't had time for the anger to hit when I was covering for Macbeth, and I hadn't realized it when he first mentioned his plan to kill Banquo and Fleance, but now a wall of anger had sneaked up on me and threatened to overcome my better judgment. What was the point of telling him to look like the innocent flower, when he would promptly forget it whenever it suited him! We were in this together, and if one of us was to look suspicious the blame would spill onto the other. I could barely contain this seething anger towards the man who made us stand out. For even such a simple thing could spell our doom. 
          Once he sat down I figured everything would be all right, but this was sadly not the case. He started talking to no one yet again while making a toast this time and I had to tell the guests to leave Macbeth so that he could be alone. Once they had gone I fought the urge to strangle my husband then and there for being so clueless, but instead I sat by him and listened. He told me that Macduff was being treasonous by staying away from court and that he planned on visiting the witches again in order to see more of the future. I thought that Macbeth was going insane, and my anger at his incompetence grew, but I managed to mask this and convince him to go to bed. I figured that if he was in bed he couldn't make the situation any worse. This entire encounter scared me as much as it angered me. It truly frightened me. Before I thought that Macbeth had killed Banquo simply in order to keep his throne, but now I worry that he has completely lost his sanity and that he may be coming up for reasons after he kills them. I truly fear for my life because if Macbeth kills people for barely any reason I fear that he may kill me while I will simply lay there not knowing what I did wrong, or worse, not even having done anything wrong.