I’ve never truly understood the impact my father had on every element of my life until I moved out. Sometimes, I wish I had never left home. I know that one day soon I’ll have to go back to that existence, and it might have been easier if I didn’t get to know the other side of life. The alternate reality. The normal side—where you don’t need to pretend to be someone else in order to be accepted.
But for now, I’m determined not to think of what will come. About a random man who’ll never know the real me, but who will marry me only because the don decrees it. One who’s going to buy me diamond necklaces and take me to expensive restaurants, but won’t actually care about how I feel. Someone who’ll likely bring me huge bouquets of flowers, despite me telling him numerous times that they make m
