My whole life is a story but do I really have the courage to share it?
Question that arises every time I want or try to share it with anyone-
Siting here in my room at 2:53 am I am still not sure if its a wise decision that I am making of sharing my story with the whole world. I was a teenage girl who was about to turn 18. I got married a few months after passing of school. I thought my reality was about to start where life will be all about happiness and Love.
Love and happiness is all you want when you come from a dysfunctional family. Wherein the only thing you have seen in your house is your dad beating up your mother every single night of the year. I thought I had found an escape to all that by getting married. Unfortunately, I was proven wrong within 2 days of that.
As soon as all the guests had left I saw a different picture. I was forced to have sex every single night. No matter how tired I was or even if I was unwell. I was told this is what I am meant for SEX. He would force me watch porn and imitate those women in the movies. If I refused I would have to bear the brunt.