I lived with him for ten years as his wife. But when I finally asked him to do it one day, he laughed, “It’s just a piece of paper.” I haven’t opposed it. And that morning, he saw something in the kitchen that made him very afraid of losing me.
My name is Laura. I’m thirty-eight years old.
I met Michael ten years ago at a mutual friend’s birthday party.
He was calm, attentive and reliable. I always remembered what kind of coffee I liked, I called when I was late, and when I was with him, I felt like I finally found a man who could dress up in the family.
A year later, we moved in together.
Family
A few years later we bought a house in a quiet neighborhood.
Due to Michael’s poor credit history, the mortgage was registered in my name only. I have also paid most of my own contribution.
