Al,who was lying on her bed had no idea of the picture she made.She was continuously caressing her pink lips and lost deep in thought.She had never known that a kiss could be so powerful.She had married at the age of 18..just after high school..her first kiss had been a clumsy one from a boy she had liked and that kiss had made her think that though she had a crush on the boy she was not attracted to him and so she decided it was better wait to than experiment.Then she had married that man..She shuddered at the thought of his kisses..he had been understanding at the beginning but maybe her gut had known that something was wrong with him so her body would reject his advances.Everytime he kissed her so force she wanted to puke.Everytime he did not kiss her or caress her when they were together on their marriage bed as punishment was a relief to her.She was able to bear him physically as he was her husband and it was her duty but somehow the thought of kissing him made her stomach churn..But what she did not realise at the time was that all this had been done by him.He had slowly but surely started abusing her when he had first criticized the way she kissed..instead of guiding her,he had attacked her.During that marriage she had been vulnerable and after her mother's demise,an emotional mess.She had always been a confident person but in that state her confidence had been overshadowed by her muddled thoughts.Cut off from a loving mother,not allowed to pursue her dreams,forced to submit to housework under the guise of her well being, and stripped from financial independence she had remained a shell of her old self.A flower that once had a chance to bloom but was trampled upon carelessly..
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Al,who was lying on her bed had no idea of the picture she made.She was continuously caressing her pink lips and lost deep in thought.She had never known that a kiss could be so powerful.She had married at the age of 18..just after high school..her first kiss had been a clumsy one from a boy she had liked and that kiss had made her think that though she had a crush on the boy she was not attracted to him and so she decided it was better wait to than experiment.Then she had married that man..She shuddered at the thought of his kisses..he had been understanding at the beginning but maybe her gut had known that something was wrong with him so her body would reject his advances.Everytime he kissed her so force she wanted to puke.Everytime he did not kiss her or caress her when they were together on their marriage bed as punishment was a relief to her.She was able to bear him physically as he was her husband and it was her duty but somehow the thought of kissing him made her stomach churn..But what she did not realise at the time was that all this had been done by him.He had slowly but surely started abusing her when he had first criticized the way she kissed..instead of guiding her,he had attacked her.During that marriage she had been vulnerable and after her mother's demise,an emotional mess.She had always been a confident person but in that state her confidence had been overshadowed by her muddled thoughts.Cut off from a loving mother,not allowed to pursue her dreams,forced to submit to housework under the guise of her well being, and stripped from financial independence she had remained a shell of her old self.A flower that once had a chance to bloom but was trampled upon carelessly..
The Typhoon's Wife
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