I desperately wanted to put on something different, but my whole closet was filled with nothing but pleated skirts and loose tops. The desperate need to impress Shaun with my outfit clouded me, but I was restricted by my husband's crazy mindset.
Having no other choice, I put on what I had, but I didn't leave without looking at the mirror.
I applied a little bit of makeup. That was something I rarely did, but I wanted to look ravishing that day. I fixed my blonde hair which had been tied up in a bun and let it cascade down my shoulders. It was also something I never did. My hair was either in a ponytail or a messy bun, but that day was different.
My reflection in the mirror was better than how it had been these last few days. I looked and felt alive. I walked out of my room with my heart
