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 didn’t object. And that morning, he saw something in the kitchen that made him really afraid to lose me.
My name is Laura. I’m thirty-eight.
I met Michael ten years ago at a mutual friend’s birthday party.
He was calm, attentive and reliable. He always remembered what kind of coffee I liked, he called when he was late, and when I was with him, I felt like I finally found a man I could put on with family.
A year later, we moved in together.
Family
A few years later we bought a house in a quiet neighborhood.
Because of Michael’s bad credit history, the mortgage was registered solely in my name. I also paid most of my own contribution.
