The room had dark curtains keeping out the sunlight, the coldness of the air conditioning making the room eerily cold. I sat on the chair, hunched over. My body tense as a shiver ran up my spine. The sound of footsteps echoed from outside the room, and a hand gripped my shoulder firmly as the door opened.

I took a shaky breath in and looked up at the figure standing menacingly over me.

My wife, who was always demanding and never satisfied. Treating me with cruelty and abuse. You're always yelling, criticizing, and making me small and worthless. Your control extended to my social life, finances, and everything. Not letting me leave and talk to anyone else.

Despite your toxic behavior, I still attempted to appease you. In hope that things would change.