I’d been married for 10 years.
We’d been together for a year and a half.
We had three kids.
Our home was a beautiful house in a lovely part of town.
We loved being together, our kids were awesome, and we were happy.
But the day my husband and I went to a new neighborhood for the first time, it felt like a bad dream.
We went to the restroom together, and I felt my stomach sink.
I thought I’d lost my appetite.
We both knew this wasn’t happening, so I didn’t know what else to do.
It felt like I was missing something.
I didn- I felt sick.
And then it hit me: It wasn’t the sex.
It was the ruffling.
My stomach turned like a sponge, and the water got really cold.
We were standing in the middle of a crowded street, waiting to go home, and a man walked up to us and said, “We just went out and bought a rug, and you’re going to be wearing it for a few months.
Is it okay for you to wear it?”
We looked at each other and said no, that’s not the right thing to do, and he walked away.
We’re both in our early 20s now, but I was in my 20s at the time.
I felt awkward, like I had no place to go.
I went home and cried.
I don’t think I cried until I went back to the bathroom.
That night, I didn.
I’d gone to bed and slept like a baby.
I was tired and had no energy.
I sat on the floor and cried for two hours.
I think I broke down and cried, and that was it.
I had never cried so much before.
I woke up in the morning, and my husband said, What is wrong with me?
I said, Oh, I’m really sad, I can’t stop crying.
But I couldn’t stop.
So I just went to work, and now I’ve been going through it all over again, and it has taken its toll.
I’m not sure what to tell my children.
I want them to be able to look at me, to know that I’m ok, and to know how to be a good parent.
My children are 5 and 6 now, and they are both very sensitive about it.
They see the ruffle and the feeling of my body, but they’re very worried about it because they don’t know how it happened.
They want to know what happened.
I worry about them, too, because they know I’m afraid.
The rug we bought is so old and worn.
I bought it at a thrift store in a Walmart.
I told my husband that it was going to look better and be better in three years, but he didn’t buy it.
He thought it was a gift.
I’ll probably never get a ruffle again.
I feel like I can only hope that my children are as understanding as I am.
I’ve tried a lot of things to make it better.
I started making a list of things that I don.t want to do when we go out: I don