Too high a Price

Marriage is my prison wall, my husband my warder.  The kitchen sink is my daily chore, no window that would be too interesting for me.  I remember a joke my uncle was fond of saying “Dad why do brides wear white?”  “Son, all kitchen appliances come in white.”  Many a true word said in jest, I should have heeded those words.
 
I listen to his breathing, out sunning himself in the garden, today I was allowed open the patio doors, probably so he can hear me if I stop working for a minute.  Our kids, the reason I stay, whenever they ask him anything he says ask ‘her’ indoors and back to his snores.  I have been demoted to her I do not even have a name anymore.
 
I was a reluctant bride may as well have been a gun at my side.  Pregnancy, my parents insisted.  Wealthy and embarrassed I was constantly harassed.  They could not take the shame so put money in my name but I had to stay married for a period of ten years but it would secure me and my baby for life.  I did not hate him then, thought eventually I would fall in love.  The twins are now five my soul is striving to survive, I think this marriage maybe its demise.