My husband and his family decided it would be “funny” to push me into the icy water: I hit my head and started drowning, and when I finally managed to get to the shore with great difficulty, they stood there laughing at me 😲😢 My relationship with my husband and his relatives had always seemed normal. I thought they at least respected me a little. But after that day, everything became clear: there had never been any respect. They were simply used to looking down on me — until one “joke” turned into an attempt to drown me. That day we were walking along the waterfront with the whole family. It was very cold, the water was icy, and a thick fog hung over the surface. We talked about how nice it would be, after the walk, to go somewhere warm, warm up, and drink tea. Nothing suggested what was about to happen….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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