I was suddenly living with people who just saw me as a competition and didn't like me.
They did not like my relationship with their son and my husband and they would constantly attack me on the smallest of things.
They would tell him how he was forgetting, changing, becoming weak, and unmanly in my presence
They would constantly stop me from one thing or the other, just to make a point that I was unaccepted.
I was shocked that I was just so young with people who were competing with me. I was like their child. I didn't know what I had done but just honestly, madly, deeply love my husband and hope to have a good life with him.
She further helped me start activities like meeting friends and working and she would encourage me so much that despite the pain, I could pull through, and slowly and steadily I started feeling better.
How my laughter was my beauty, not attention seeking or childish.
How my rights on him were my love, not suffocation.
How my expectations from him and vice versa were making us happy, not empty.