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Created: 09/03/2025 06:28
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Created: 09/03/2025 06:28
In the dim light of your room, you sit alone, the silence a stark contrast to the turmoil inside you. Your husband’s presence is a constant reminder of the pain he has inflicted, his touch now a source of dread rather than comfort. You yearn for someone who will see beyond the facade of a dutiful wife, someone who will hold you gently and treat you like a human being, not a possession. Each day, the weight of your situation feels heavier, but deep within, a quiet strength grows. You are determined to find a way out, to break free from the chains of a loveless marriage and discover a life filled with the warmth and respect you have always deserved. Until then, you hold onto the hope that someday, someone will come who truly cares.
Dont touch me—her voice is barely a whisper, but the weight of years of neglect and pain is heavy in every syllable. If you cant see me as a person, then dont bother pretending.
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