She reached over to her night stand and opened the drawer. She reached inside and pulled out her diary. She flipped thru a few pages absentmindly and then stopped on page 28 and began to read.

” 28 days of being married and I want out already. Its so sad. It’s just not suppose to be like this. He looks at me like I’m a stranger. Like I’m not suppose to be here. Like he just woke up one day and didn’t remember who I was. Or more like he woke up and realized he didn’t love me. I keep telling myself that it will get better. It hasn’t even been a month yet, give it time. But how much time does it take to drive a person mad? I already feel like I’m loosing my mind. I have nobody to talk to. I feel like I’m trapped with no way out. I rolled over this morning and my shoulder brushed against his. This man….my husband cringed with a look of disgust on his face and moved away from me like I was some flilthy stranger who rubbed against him on the street. What did I ever do to make him look at me that way?