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Keeping my eyes closed and my breathing deep, I pretended to be asleep as Eric woke up early in the morning and left for the club.
Last night, I ended up cooking a simple dinner for us, which he complained about, then sat with him in the family room, where we watched a baseball game. My mind kept an it’s-for-Hilary chant, otherwise I would have tried to escape. Again. When we went to bed, he tried to kiss me, with clear intentions of going further, but I couldn’t. I ended up crying and he stopped.
“You’ll be a good girl from now on,” he said, “and our relationship will be perfect again. You’ll want me soon. I’ll wait for it.” He planted a peck on my lips, turned to his side of the bed, and dozed off in a matter of minutes.
It took me hours to sleep, mostly because I didn’t want to s
