There was a clear power imbalance between us that fed the tension.
She held the key to what was happening, but chose silence over explanation.
When I asked gently, she deflected or changed the subject, leaving me to grapple alone with my confusion.
Even her closest friends seemed hesitant to speak, casting knowing looks that I couldn’t decipher.
It felt like something larger, a secret or fear she wasn’t ready to face or share, controlled the mood in our home.
Each avoided conversation deepened her control, as if by saying anything, she might lose something I couldn’t see.
Since the wedding night, the escalation has been subtle yet relentless.
First, she refused physical intimacy, a boundary she never crossed.
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