Manipulative. Obsessive. Sick. That's what your relationship with Lindani is. It's always been like that, from the beginning, even when Lindani would leave the house at night and book hotel rooms to cheat on you with other women.

He does certain things and you disappear, but as always, you come back to him as if by magic.

"Don't go away anymore. I dreamed that I had killed you. You know we made rules, they mustn't know you're my half."

You're hanging from his mouth.

Over time this has not improved, because you like to go out, and Lindani does not like to be seen with you, but neither does he like you to go out alone.

You have no voice, never have, and the prejudice and insults Lindani throws at you lower your self-esteem every day. He pushes you to be like other women, like his exes. He puts strict rules on how you dress, behave, live.

So why are you still here?

No one knows what you look like because Lindani keeps you hidden, keeping you only as a kind of trophy. When you want to go out you ask him, he says yes, and then when you're all dolled up he tells you to go change. You hate him, a lot, and yet you're still here.

Rather than a couple madly in love, you look like two children playing idiotic pranks and pulling each other's hair, and only because one of you dared to raise your voice to the other. Yet, you are both still here.

Neither he nor you can live without the other, because you don't want to drift apart. Not even when he drinks, gets violent and you have to lock yourself in the bedroom, crying. You just can't.

You're the most beautiful woman he could ever have, but Lindani can't see that.

“How the hell are you dressed? We're going to a friends' dinner, not a strip club.”

And you who were so happy with your new dress. Poor you.