I have no idea why they sometimes refer to marriage as, “wedded bliss,” because I haven’t been happy since I got engaged.
I guess that should have been a warning sign; a big red flag waving to me to tell me to run far, far away.
But I was in love.
I couldn’t see it for what it was, only what I wanted it to be.
But the illusion was gone now.
And here I was, alone on the floor of the bathroom with blood everywhere, hoping that my attempt this time would be successful.