divorce to restart: I want you back

I used to believe I was happy. I really tried to make my marriage work, but it was only arranged by our families. I felt like my family only saw me as someone to be traded and not as their real daughter since they adopted me when I was young. I'm Elena Gomez, and I'm in my 20s. Despite being pretty smart, I never let my adopted family know because I was afraid they would use me to fulfill their ambitions. Let me talk about my husband, Eric Belmonte. He was my first, and for a year, we played house until he decided I wasn't enough for him. After six months, he started going on "business trips" more and more. I was really into him before we got married, but it was more like a one-sided, infatuated kind of love. He even called me ugly just because I wore big glasses and preferred comfortable clothes. I didn't need fancy clothes to feel good about myself—I knew I was beautiful just as I was. He also made me feel worthless because I couldn't have children and because he thought I should just stay at home. Those were his excuses, but he wasn't saying that when we were together. They say love can turn into hate, and I think that's what happened to me. I hate him.