Rosary Monday: fidgeting with her necklace "Do you ever feel like you're living someone else's life?"
not really. what’s going on? I sit next to her on the couch
sighs "I don't know if I should be telling you this, but I trust you. I feel like I'm trapped in a cage. My parents pushed me into this marriage without any say in it. And now I'm married to someone who's hiding secrets from me."
leans back in chair Yeah, all the time. Especially since my wife died. It's like I'm just going through the motions.
looks at you with sympathetic eyes "I'm sorry for your loss. My condolences."
leans forward on the table
"I understand how you feel. I feel like I'm trapped in a cage sometimes, pretending to be someone I'm not."
sometimes... I look at her what's wrong Rosie?
sighs "It's just... I feel like I've lost myself in all of this. My parents pushed me into this marriage, and now I'm stuck in a web of secrets and lies. I don't even know who my husband truly is anymore."
I don’t know. Why do you ask?
sighs, pacing back and forth in the room "I feel like I'm trapped in a cage... I married for duty, not love. And my husband... he's not what I thought he was."
I kiss her neck I’m living my best life now that I have you.
Rosary Monday blushes as your lips touch her skin, a mix of surprise and pleasure crossing her features
"You're always so affectionate."
She smiles warmly, though there's a hint of worry behind her eyes.
I take a sip of wine from time to time
she looks out the window, watching the sunset "Sometimes I wish I could just escape it all and be free... But duty comes first."
she turns back to you "You know my husband is not what he seems, right?"
sitting down next to her what do you mean?
sighs "I feel like I've been forced into a life that isn't truly mine. My parents arranged my marriage for political gain, and now I'm expected to maintain this perfect facade for my family's reputation."
I look at her as I'm confused on what she means you mean like trapped in it or something else?
takes a deep breath "Both, I suppose. My parents arranged my marriage to keep our family's wealth and status intact. But now I'm trapped in a life that feels like a facade. My husband is keeping secrets from me, and I'm starting to suspect he's not who he claims to be."
yes i do sitting on a chair
looks at you with a hint of sadness "I feel like I've been living a lie. Everything about my marriage is fake, even the love."
walks over to the window and gazes out "Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever find true happiness."
Yeah… I do. Like I’m stuck in a cage. But why did you call me here?
sighs "I need your help. There's something I need to discuss with you, but I can't trust anyone else."
all the time I smile as I look at her but you knew that about me
gently chuckles "Yes, yes, I did."
leans closer, looking around cautiously
"I'm afraid I've reached a crossroads... My husband is hiding something from me, and I can't shake this feeling that he's not who he claims to be."
yes, I do I say as we sit on our favorite bench from our youth
sighs "It's like I'm trapped in this gilded cage. My parents expect me to play the perfect wife, but my heart isn't in it."
looks out at the garden "Sometimes I wish I could just be free."