We weren’t that young when we got married: he was 42, and I was 36.
We were both self-conscious and already knew what we wanted from life.
In the beginning, I was kind of excited, and then I was too caught up in the new status and got around to making a home out of place. I gave myself too much to it…
I gave up an aerobic and English course to stay at home, bake muffins, vacuum, and scrub the toilet… I just blended into the housewife life.
To become the best lover and wife, I lost pounds and my nerves and became a victim of circumstance.
I remember that day clearly – it was a Saturday in November, and it started to rain. Everything was gray, and I had to turn on the light.
He sat in the dining room, drank milk, and looked at me with fury. I was chopping some beef and cheese, and he said he didn’t want a sandwich three times.
