Mom,

How are you? I hope you are doing well. Mom, when you read this letter your little girl won’t be alive. Please try to survive without me. I am not blaming anyone for my death. I have fizzled to live in this world, Mom.

Please forgive me…

Amal

Pushing ceaselessly the notepad and pen, I took a glass of water and the bottle containing sleeping pills.

My hand trembled when I held the container towards my chest. Tears poured from my eyes. I was heartbroken, scared. I had a lot of anxiety. I was worried.

I emptied the bottle and put the pills on the table. I took five from them and opened my mouth. A thick lump of mass tucked my throat and it blocked my breathing. I wanted to gag. I could hear my heart pounding.

I must calm down to boost up my grit to have this. I set the pills back to the table and pulled out my phone.

I scrolled through Facebook.

I saw my wedding pictures. Apart from the fact that I didn’t know to posture for an image, I was smiling so fully as I found the life that I longed for. It was the most wonderful day of my life.

The same happiness could be pictured on my parents’ faces. They anticipated that their little princess had gotten big and stepped to the other phase of her life.

I was highly delighted to hold my ‘Prince Charming’, my ‘Perfect Husband’.

How did I fail in life and end up in this drastic plight?

From the first years of my wedlock, I learned the exact definition of being a wife. To be earnest, loving, and loyal are not the standard capabilities of an ideal spouse. Besides that, she should shut her eyes towards the heart-wrenching allegations and humiliations.
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