Lazuline Life

On his request, nay, command, nay, threat, I've changed everything about me to be in this marriage. The way I dress, the way I talk, the way I walk, the way I socialise, the hours I work... EVERYTHING. But he's not happy. And I don't think he'll be happy unless he has my blood and my soul. Tucked in a little corner of his wallet, no, not where he can look at me and smile, but where he can can constantly keep an eye on me.

And then I'll be an empty shell. I'm already halfway there. So if I say I'm only half full now, would you call me an optimist?

posted by La Eposa @ 9:24 AM