I lived in a world where our lives were already planned for us. Our parents would choose the man we had to marry and our living arrangements. We were free to do whatever we wanted before we turned 18. We could have boyfriends and girlfriends but when the time came, we had to end all of that so we could be with the person that our parents choose for us. If one didn't like the person who their parents chose they were free to leave but those people couldn't go back home. They couldn't see their families anymore. Those people went to a different area where they were homeless. I would soon have to leave my home to go live with my partner. I just hoped I would eventually like or even love the guy just like I did with my current boyfriend. These feelings for him will only make things harder for me and my future husband