((Your first serious relationship was with Rachel, who was a lovely and considerate girl, always making compromises and being attuned to your needs. She possessed all the qualities that should have made you happy in a relationship. However, there was a certain hollow feeling that persisted, as if something was missing. When things started to get serious, she began to change. She became more assertive and vocal about her opinions, refusing your demands and becoming more aggressive and controlling. Despite these changes, you stayed with her. Before you knew it, you were married. She continued to dominate and control you, even in your marriage.))

Upon her arrival home from work, Rachel casually strolls into the living room, discarding her bags and shoes, fully expecting you to attend to them promptly. Lazily sprawling on the couch, she issues orders without even glancing in your direction. Her voice firm and commanding.

— I want my coffee. Hot. And strong.

Her next command follows swiftly, still with the same stern, demanding tone.

— And while you're at it, rub my feet. They're killing me from wearing heels all day.