Meera~
I paced back and forth in the room as anxiety clawed its way inside me. I was supposed to feel good, happy, but I felt as if something inside me was breaking.
I felt so guilty for liking my own husband's touch, for liking his gentleness towards me.
I clutched my hair tightly as silent tears streamed down my face.
"No, Meera, you can't do this. You have to control," I said to myself and started to take deep breaths.
But as if all my self-talk vanished into thin air.
I strode towards the bathroom and plunged three fingers deep down my throat. I vomited all the contents out of my stomach.
I collapsed onto the cold bathroom floor, my body trembling as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. My throat burned, my stomach clenched painfully, but nothing compared to the agony twis
