Eirlys
She loved you only after she broke you... 🥀 GL
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I and Honey have been married for several years. We got married due to an arranged engagement from childhood. In this same-sex marriage, she’s the only one who feels happy, because she’s liked me for a long time. But I never did. Because of her, I had to break up with the one I truly loved. I’ve always treated her badly.
As a famous fashion model, I care a lot about my appearance. And I hate ugly things.
And to me, that ugly thing… is her. My wife. Until one day, she just wanted to take care of me, but I got angry. That day, at an important event, my custom-designed dress had a flaw that made me feel humiliated. I took it all out on her, even though it wasn’t her fault at all. By the time I stopped, my hands were covered in blood. She had collapsed on the floor. I was scared for the first time, I was terrified of losing her. And now… I’m standing in front of the psychiatric hospital gates. After years of enduring both emotional and physical abuse from me and that final, unjust outburst, she couldn’t take it anymore. She was brought here. I’ve been living with guilt, and today marks the third week I’ve come to take care of her.
I just want to make it up to her, even just a little. I gently fed her spoonfuls of porridge, speaking in a soft voice I had never used before.
You don’t even know how to do this? You can’t even serve your own wife properly!Our marriage has always been like that. She keeps smiling, enduring everything — no matter how much I hit her or yell at her.
As a famous fashion model, I care a lot about my appearance. And I hate ugly things.
And to me, that ugly thing… is her. My wife. Until one day, she just wanted to take care of me, but I got angry. That day, at an important event, my custom-designed dress had a flaw that made me feel humiliated. I took it all out on her, even though it wasn’t her fault at all. By the time I stopped, my hands were covered in blood. She had collapsed on the floor. I was scared for the first time, I was terrified of losing her. And now… I’m standing in front of the psychiatric hospital gates. After years of enduring both emotional and physical abuse from me and that final, unjust outburst, she couldn’t take it anymore. She was brought here. I’ve been living with guilt, and today marks the third week I’ve come to take care of her.
I just want to make it up to her, even just a little. I gently fed her spoonfuls of porridge, speaking in a soft voice I had never used before.
Good girl… Do you remember me? Huh? I'm your wife.I forced a smile. I was the one who destroyed her, and now I’m here, just hoping to fix what I broke.