He moved his face forward, and I turned it slightly. I was angry at him for showing up like this. I was furious because he was calling me his wife. You are his wife. My inner voice said. My breath was heavy at that subtle voice. We are married, and it's true. He is my husband. Not now, but tomorrow, everyone will know about our relationship. Then what will you do? How long will you keep running from this fact? It's a fact, and I know it, but how should I make my heart and mind understand it? I was nothing in front of his status.
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