Chapter 1(married to the man who hates me )I wasn’t supposed to marry a man who looked at me like I was his biggest mistake. But at19, love wasn’t my choice,survival was“You’ll be getting married on Saturday,to Joe. “My father didn’t look at me when he saidit. I waited for him to say he was joking. He didn’t,the silence in the room felt heavier than the words themselves. My throat tightened. I couldn’t even argue. The words refused to leave my mouth. And I felt bad, I had no choice cause I was left with no option, I had to stickto his order for the sake of his work life. ..it was on Saturday morning,The birds were chirping outside my window, as if it were just another beautiful Saturdaymorning. my families? smile bloomed up on every face, I was getting dressed up by themidwives in the dressing room, I tried so hard to hide the pain, the thought of gettingmarried to someone I never loved won’t just make me think straight.“You look so beautiful” my mother whispered..I forced a smile, cause in exactly three hours…..I would be married to a man who hated my family.And I still don’t know why.…The ceremony……The hall was elaborate “but I could feel the tension in the air. My family was seated at theback of the hall, beaming with excitement at me.staring at the front row is Joe and hisfamily,his family looked excited too but I couldn’t find that expression on Joe's face, hegave me a disgusted glare from afar. I pretended not to notice and walked down the aisle tomeet him at the altar, When I reached the altar, the pastor welcomed us warmly. He said aprayer, cracked a few jokes, and read passages from the Bible. At one point, Joe leanedcloser to whisper something into the pastor’s ear. I couldn’t catch the words, but when themoment for the kiss came, it was skipped. I didn’t feel sad. I would never want to kiss aman who looked at me with so much disdain. I didn’t feel bad either cause I’ll never wantto kiss a man who gaze at me with so much disgust….the scene ended, everyone partied,ate to satisfaction but here’s me and my newly wedded husband finding it very difficult tostare at each other. it was all over, the party, joyful moments, excited hours, Finally, thetime came to say goodbye to my family. My younger sister stared at me, her face etchedwith sorrow, desperately trying to hold back tears. I fought to do the same, swallowing thelump in my throat. My parents gave me gentle pats on my back, words of love whisperedquietly in my ear. Then came Linda, my best friend. She wrapped her arms around me sotightly I thought she might never let go. I held her back just as tightly, feeling the warmth,released each other, and I stepped toward the next chapter of my life….One, I wasn’t sure Iwanted to live.