Cooking is my therapy

In reality, my heart and my pride were in the same place, in the middle of me and I couldn't even recognize myself in the mirror. Who was that woman who had fallen in love and fallen in love with Dr. Dustin Mark? Of his lies, of his bad temper, and her insults.

Now I don't know if I feel worse than a woman who cheats, or like the trash, I will always be in that man's eyes. I will never be a proper woman to bear his name or his surname. Maybe if I were like Dr. Abby I would be, but now that I'm showering and cleaning every trace of his being, of my body, I realize that I never wanted to get here.

At the end of the bath the dream also ended, I didn't want to do this anymore, it was like a drug that you can't quit, and when I'm conscious I feel bad for having ingested it. But I will do it or he will do it. I gathered all my clothes while he was sleeping threw out the dirty clothes, and then looked for my clean clothes. Today I had to work, so I got dressed slowly, and when it was five in