My father died when I was eleven. When I was twelve, my mother remarried and changed my surname. At eighteen, my family insisted I go on a blind date and introduced me to a man. They arranged the marriage without my consent, and we got our marriage certificate. I didn't like him, but my family kept pressuring me to have a son to carry on the family line... I was completely unwilling to eat or sleep with him, and from then on, my life became a mess. He also racked up a huge debt, and people came to the door every day to demand payment. But I had no money at all, and could only rely on the grain and vegetables my family grew to get by. My parents even took his side, saying, “You should be grateful you could find a man at all.” Sigh... Every day feels like a year now. I want to escape this home...
