Be Careful What You Wish, I Destroyed My Life, Influenced By Outsiders

I'm a lesbian survivor of a straight marriage of twenty three years. I was 'impregnated', very different from 'getting' pregnant. I was tied to children, shackled to a stove and an ironing board. My career was chosen for me. Where I lived. How I lived.

My youth was stolen, my body used.

So why am I so lonely? empty, day in and day out without purpose. Is it Stockholm Syndrome? My captor top of mind? I refuse to crawl back to him? Beg him to take me back? My home, my family, all gone. Looking at the window, where I don't belong?