I didn’t sleep that night.There was too much running through my mind.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the shelter doors closing.I saw Ethan standing behind the glass.I saw my sister beside him.I heard his voice telling me there wasn’t enough room.I remembered the way my hands had gone numb.The way my body had slowly stopped responding.And most of all, I remembered what he had said.“You’re not useful anymore.”Those words had followed me into death.For years, I had believed that being a good wife meant being useful.If I cooked for him, supported his career, take good care of his family, stayed quiet when they hurt me, forgave him , I was a good wife.I had spent so much time trying to prove my value to people who had already decided I wasn’t valuable.I looked at my body and blamed it.Looked at my personality and blamed it.I had convinced myself that maybe if I lost weight, became prettier, became quieter, became more agreeable, Ethan would finally look at me the way he
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