After a brutal car crash, I was rushed into the emergency room. My husband stormed in moments later, furious. “Cut the drama!” he yelled. “I’m not wasting money on this nonsense—get out of that bed!” He grabbed me, trying to yank me off the mattress. When I resisted, he drove both fists into my stomach. And what happened next… changed everything.

Whenever I tried to express my feelings, Ethan would dismiss me outright. “You’re a housewife, Nancy,” he’d say with a smug grin. “It’s not like you have a hard life.” His words cut deep, but I swallowed my pain, telling myself that I needed to stay strong for Lily. My daughter deserved a stable home, even if I had to endure Ethan’s growing indifference to provide it. Over the years, I realized the man I had fallen in love with was gone. Ethan had become a stranger, one who no longer saw me as a partner but as someone to command and criticize. What I once believed was a dream had slowly turned into a nightmare. Yet, I clung to the hope that someday things might change.

Ethan’s criticism became a constant in my life, a dark cloud hanging over every moment. No matter how much effort I put into keeping the house spotless or making sure dinner was ready when he walked through the door, it was never enough. He always found something to complain about. “You missed a spot on the counter,” he’d say as he dropped his bag on the kitchen table. Or, “Why isn’t Lily ready for bed yet? What do you even do all day?” His words felt like tiny cuts, slowly eroding my confidence. At first, I tried to reason with him, explaining how much effort I put into managing everything, but my words always fell on deaf ears. “You’re just making excuses, Nancy,” he’d reply. “You have one job: to take care of this house and our family. Why is that so hard?”

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