Married To An Infantile Man

pointed his finger at me and said, "She's just pretending. Look at her closely." His voice was harsh and accusing. I felt

ng. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping

scoff. "It's obvious Na

y chest, and I could feel th

d listen to their nanny's opinion on whether or not to to do something? I was h

er tone authoritative. I could hear him sigh in resignation. I knew then tha

very displeased if you don't do as I say,"

usband-to-be, but also his overbearing nanny.

The crowd began to clap and cheer, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. It

as we reached the doors, he stopped, and I heard a woman's voice in my ear. "Remember, you have to act hap

. She smirked and swept out the door. A few moments later, the church doors opened, and I was met with the bri

s filled with a torrent of angry thoughts. I cursed my stepmother and her daughters, who had refused to come to the wedding. I cursed my father for allowing such a woman to take my mother's

gh I knew it was a mistake. As I stepped into the car, I felt as though I were entering a prison cell, condemned to a life of misery and

n't come with us to the honeymoon suite at the hotel, and for that I was

le floors and chandeliers, but it felt cold and unwelcoming to me. As we entered the suite, I felt like a prisone

bed as we entered the

breath. I stood up to undress, but the zipper on my dress

d my new husband, who had been standing stiffly b

hit me like a punch in the gut. I really thought that perhaps things woul

ness the confrontation that was about to take place. I knew that this was not how a honeymoon was supposed to be, but I c

my head and my heart boiled as I turned to

ust say?" I aske

want to. I can't unzi

t he didn't say a word. " What is wro