Coming from a very conservative and orthodox family, I was married at just 16. Marriage? No, it was more of an escape for both my family and me. They were eager to rid themselves of me, and I was desperate to leave a place where my own birth parents and family didn't want me. I knew I wouldn't find happiness with my new husband and family, but it seemed better to be unhappy in a place where I had no expectations. I felt like a burden being cast away, sold with the warning that I should not return, even if I was on the verge of dying. And my new family? The term "family" feels like a cruel joke. I quickly realized that here, too, I was unwanted. It's better if I just remain silent, as I always have, sinking deeper into a sea of despair, with no expectations from anyone.
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