I Drown in Her Arms

My name is Anna Mitchell, and I am a married woman. A month ago, my husband, Daniel Mitchell, got into an accident while traveling for work. It left him blind and unable to care for himself. When I heard the news at home, I nearly fainted. In the end, I still forced myself to pull together and take care of him. After Daniel lost his sight, he spent every day depressed and withdrawn. His temper became terrible, and he even seemed a little clinically depressed. As for intimacy between us, there was even less to say. I barely dared bring it up in front of him. Because Daniel could not see, he usually just lay in bed and waited for me to take the lead. It should have been exciting in theory, but women are naturally not as strong. Every time, I could barely last a couple of minutes before I was breathless and worn out. I wanted to change things up and keep going, but by then, Daniel had already lost interest. I felt wronged. He could not see, but I could guide him. It was not as if things had to be so difficult. What woman in her prime would not want to be held and cherished by her husband? But Daniel never cared about my feelings. He would roll over and fall asleep, and before long, he would be snoring loudly. I was still young and newly married. We had not even been married a full year, and I had barely experienced the sweetness of marriage before it began to feel like widowhood. How could I accept that? I climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. From the cabinet, I took out the little things my best friend, Vanessa Hart, had bought for me. I had never understood why people relied on them until I switched one on. In that instant, it felt as if every restless nerve in my body trembled awake. Leaning over the sink, I looked at myself in the mirror. My face was flushed, my lips were soft and red, and a fine layer of sweat slid from my forehead down into my collar. The fabric at my chest had grown damp, revealing a faint blush of color beneath. Such a beautiful body, and yet it seemed there would never again be a man to truly appreciate it.