Go to my mom’s, wash her floors and cook lunch. She’s expecting you,» my husband told me.
When I fantasized about living together with my future husband, I imagined cooking him delicious meals, and him praising me for it. I imagined us sitting together watching a movie every evening—or at least a couple of times a week—laughing, crying, discussing what we saw. I imagined greeting my husband with a kiss on the […]
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