When a perfect marriage becomes a controlled illusion of love

My hands were shaking when I finally sat down. Then, there was a knock. One of his friends approached me, hesitant, as if he had been carrying something heavy for too long. “I don’t know how to say this,” he said quietly, “but your husband shows us pictures of you all the time. In revealing clothes… even some I’m pretty sure you didn’t know he took.continue reading …