/Melissa's POV/
I tried to move forward and fail miserably because my feet wouldn't listen to me. All they wanted was to stay put on the spot. So I stood there like a statue. My body felt heavy, my legs were numb and my head felt so thick that nothing could pass through it.
Tears thickened within my eyelid. I tried to put it under control by fixating my gaze on the floor. No matter how I tried to be strong my father always makes me weak and often time, I feel like the world was revolving around me just to my disadvantage.
I have always dreamed to have the kind of love life that my parent shared. There was nothing blissful in a marital home than to have a loving husband who did love you despite all your condemnations and flaws.
A sweet husband that would make every moment of your days with him worth living. A caring husband who despite all your disputes, he would still cherish you even more than himself. A man who would treat you differently in the most selfless way than whatever others