Sleeping with the enemy

I have many nice, beautiful dresses. I don't really like to be dressed in dress when I have young, that true! But as I grow up, I started a liking for them. However, I know i can never wear them when I am with you. And I will not.

That CNY evening, when you broke our friend's wine crystal glass, not because you were careless, but you were too mindful of my posture, if I have accidentally exposed my cleavage. I wonder if you ever trusted me.

You are mindful of many things. More concern of what strangers think of me than my feelings and thoughts. My likes and dislikes. I don't feel happy being with you anymore, instead I feel threatened. I'm threaten that you will rob away my confident. My feminism, beauty, happiness, carefree & joy.

For your sake, I have been trying to dress not my kind of dressing. At times, when i dress down, you don't bother to even look at me, but you lust at others. Such double standard person. You have made me so inferior. I started to wonder if I'm ugly. I know I'm not. I am not gorgeously beautiful, but I know I'm presentable. Why do you even want to destroy me confident?

I was such carefree person until I met you. You have input fears in my life. I miss my happiness and joy of being able to dress what I feel like being dressed for the day and to able to walk where I pleases. To pick up things when they dropped. To help others when they needed an helping hand. To able to walk around without being trapped by pairs of surveillance eyes.

I'm not your criminal! And you are not my bodyguard!

How long do you want me to go through this hell with you? Others are not allow to look at me and I cannot dress what I desire. Don't make me starting to regret marrying you.

I told you to watch "Sleeping with the enemy". Have you?

Don't make me leave you.