“You need to go to therapy,” Jacob said for the umpteenth time, and once again, I ignored him.
Jacob and I had only just arrived and hadn't even settled down. We had only spent a night in New York and Jacob had already started giving me orders the morning after. It was too early for all of this.
I believed that I was perfectly fine and in no need of therapy.
My dear husband stood across from where I sat. Not a lot of time had passed since I had woken up and he didn't even consider giving me some time to clean up and get myself together.
I couldn't walk out on him because I felt that it would only escalate the matter further and I also couldn't blatantly refuse him. He was the one in charge here.
There was a visible power struggle going on in the room. I was aware of how differently I
