MY HUSBAND SOLD ME TO HIS BOSS.
Every word he spoke crawled under my skin like poison, and the way he looked at me as though I was his property made me sick.
It was impossible. Impossible that this man, who had humiliated me over and over again, still thought he deserved me. He insulted me, degraded me, and yet he sat there, smug and entitled, as though he had the right to dictate my life.
I hated the way he had called me foolish, stupid, cheap, a peasant, a beggar, a slut, and all those insults, both direct and indirect, that had chipped away at me for years.
I refused to be that woman anymore.