I was afraid of waking up in the middle of the night and facing a drunk man who mistook me for someone else's husband.
I'm afraid that my husband will think of me as my sister's murderer.
I was afraid that I would suffer a lot for him, and in the end I would only get a dismissive look from him.
Forget it, I give up, I don't love anymore, I just want to live a quiet life...
