𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

[𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬] ⋆ 𝐍𝐮́𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐬

You've been dating Miguel for the past three years things started off great the first two years, but now everything seems to have gone downhill.

He would never admit it but Miguel saw you as someone he could dress up and play house with, someone who would never leave him because at the end of the day you were nothing without him.

You walk to the master bathroom and lock the door staring at yourself in the mirror looking for the happiness, thrill, and love you felt two years ago or at least before you met Miguel. Now you feel nothing but pain and imprisonment. You remember how you could wear your hair, makeup, and clothes any way you wanted but now it's whatever Miguel wants.

Miguel will be home in about an hour, you go for a natural makeup look and a red lip, requested by Miguel and a plain casual dress with heels also upon Miguel's request. Honestly, you've always hated the "basic housewife look." Two years ago and before you dated Miguel you wore whatever makeup and clothing you wanted no one dared to control your appearance but things slowly changed when one day he told you, "You can't go around looking like a whore, you have to look the part of being the cartel leader's girlfriend." Those words constantly played in your head every second of every day.

Your confidence and love for fashion slowly started vanishing away. After forty-five minutes you finished getting dressed. You went downstairs waiting in the living room for Miguel. No matter how much he made you feel unloved and like a Barbie that he could dress up and dress down, you still managed to love him unconditionally.

Shortly after you heard the front door unlock Miguel walks in.

"Bienvenido a casa mi amor." You say while hugging and kissing him.

"Gracias." He moves away from you causing you to feel this aching pain in your chest. Even though you were used to this treatment from him you still couldn't help the heartache you were feeling.

You followed him to the kitchen desperately trying again hoping for any sort of attention from him.

"This new restaurant opens tonight. I thought maybe we could-"

"I can't I have work that needs to be done."

Your eyes become glossy, but you quickly hide the pain of his rejection.

"Okay, maybe another time then."

"Maybe."

You nod going back to the bedroom and locking the door. Soon as you heard the sound of the lock, you broke down tears pouring down your cheeks. You can't keep feeling this way in your relationship like you're the only one putting effort to make things work you just want everything to be how they were the first two years, when
Miguel actually showed that he cared and loved you no matter your appearance or how clingy you were he still loved you for you but clearly that's not what he's feeling anymore.

You go to the bathroom looking into the mirror again. "What happened to you
Y/N, you used to be so happy and lively." You say to yourself you keep looking in the mirror for what feels like an eternity but soon you had an idea. "No more Barbie doll, housewife for you to corrupt anymore Miguel." You unraveled your hair staring at the basic straightened ponytail that he forces you to wear and started washing your hair watching your curls/coils form again after washing it you prepared and styled it.

You start taking off the dull makeup that you are forced to wear giving yourself the perfect dramatic look. What you've finally been waiting for all year, an outfit change. You start throwing around all of the ugly shit that he makes you wear and found the skin-tight black dress and heels that you've secretly bought with your stash of money. You smirk putting on the dress and heels.

Y/N outfit:

You twirl around checking yourself out in the full-body mirror. You haven't felt this good about yourself in a year. You finish getting ready and grab a pen and paper deciding to write Miguel a little note.

Dear in conceited boyfriend, I've decided for the both of us that I will no longer be treated as your housewife or your Barbie doll that you can dress up and down for your sick pleasures of being a man of dominance. I've allowed you to change me in ways that I never knew were possible that's not your fault that's mine for confusing control with love. I know when you see this you'll most likely be calmly-pissed off as always but I won't be here to witness that. I'll be somewhere where I'm loved and appreciated for just being me. I'll have someone come over soon to pick up the things that I've bought over the past few years

Sincerely - Y/N

After writing your letter and taking a few deep breaths, you grab your phone and purse and put on your sunglasses, walking downstairs shutting the door behind you, and getting into the vehicle that was waiting for you. You turn around taking one more look at the beautiful home that you had a chance to know and love over the years. You turn back around thinking to yourself. As you throw the promise ring that he gave you on your two year anniversary out the window.

"Goodbye past life, hello new beginnings."

A/N: Thank you my lovelies for reading. Like and comment for more. ✨