Little by little, I began to feel like a prisoner in our marriage. It was great in the beginning when I stopped working. I had enough time for everything and the house looked perfect. I would vacuum so that the carpet had parallel stripes. Every inch of the kitchen was perfectly polished. I had a handful of recipes and was perfecting myself in cooking. I would match Erick's socks to shades. Before Erick came home from work, I would change and put on makeup. I started doing this after he told me one evening that he hoped I would not become one of those who was abandoned after marriage.
If Erick had not been good from time to time, I would not have pleased him. Those normal moments kept me by his side. Sitting on the couch and watching television. A light dance in the kitchen with our favor
