My American Dream…That Wasn’t

“We met in a bar. I married young. I was 19 when I promised to “love, cherish and obey” him.

I was naive and didn’t think much of it. I was in awe of him. He was my American dream. I believed him when he said he’d show me the world.

I fell in love when he told me I was the most important thing in his life. I couldn’t wait to leave the good for nothing town I’d grown up in. He said he’d look after me. It was all lies. I’m 29 now.

I’ve lived with this monster for ten years. I have ‘obeyed’ his every word. I have the scars on my body and the nightmares in my head. They will torture me till the very end.”

Anonymous, United States