The Truth in My Lies
I'm not supposed to leave the house. But what my husband doesn't know won't kill him. I break his rules every morning on my runs. It's always been best when I have a routine. So every day I wake up, run,clean the house, wish for a better life, repeat. And every day is exactly the same.
I live and breathe for Thursdays. It's when he comes. You know the type. The guy that is the epitome of escape from your wretched life. The one who embodies the strength and freedom you don't have. I watch him from a distance. I can't help myself. But I was never supposed to talk to him. I was never supposed to fall for him.
I know what you're thinking. But you don't know my story. You don't know the kind of monster my husband is. And trust me, you have no idea who I am.