Of course I held back the part about being too afraid for my life to turn him down when he proposed. It was a decision I had made out of fear, not out of love. I had known him for years and thought he was a kind and gentle man, but I had no idea that he was capable of such violence.
The wedding day was a blur of activity, with everyone around me in a state of excitement and joy. I tried to put on a brave face, but my heart was heavy with fear and regret. As I said my vows I could feel my stomach churning and my throat tightening. I wanted to run away, to escape this life I was now bound to.
The reception was a strange affair. Everyone was smiling and laughing, while I was barely able to force out a few words. I felt like an outsider in my own life, and I knew that I would never be able to truly be happy with this man.
As the weeks and months passed, my fear grew. He had a temper and I was constantly walking on eggshells, never sure when it would flare up. I was constantly in a state of fear and anxiety, and I felt like I was slowly being drained of life.
The marriage ended in a bitter divorce, with me leaving with nothing but a broken heart and shattered dreams. I had been too scared to stand up for myself and now I was paying the price. I had been too afraid to make the right decision, and now I was living with the consequences.