Daniel waited about twenty minutes.
Then he approached.
Once again, he lifted my nightgown.
This time he wasn't just carrying his phone.
He also had a small measuring tape.
He carefully measured my belly, entered some numbers into his phone, and took another photograph.
Then he whispered:
—Please… let it not be too late this time.
My heart
It began to beat strongly.💔
Too late tothat?
Why was my husband measuring my body in the middle of the night?
And why was he doing all that in secret?
During the following days, I began to be afraid of my own bedroom.
Daniel had never hit or threatened me. But now, every time he touched me, I remembered those nighttime photographs.
Until one morning, while I was showering, I noticed that the skin in some areas of my belly was irritated.
For several weeks I had also been experiencing a strange feeling of heaviness.
I decided to go to the doctor.
I didn't tell Daniel.
Dr. Sarah Miller was a woman in her fifties, with a calm voice and an attentive gaze.
She listened to my complaints, examined my abdomen, and asked me some routine questions.
Then he asked:
-No.
-Why not?
I remained silent for a long moment.
Then I told him about the nighttime photographs, the tapemetrics and the strange whispers.
The doctor's expression turned serious.
—Emily, I need to ask you a very important question. Has your husband ever forced you to do something you didn't want to do?
I held back my tears.
—Yes… for seventeen years.
He moved his chair closer to mine.
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—Why haven't you told anyone all these years?
—Because I always thought it was normal.
—What was normal?
I stared at the ground.
My husband always insisted that I tell him everything was fine before going to sleep, even when I wasn't feeling well. If I told him something hurt, he would get nervous and start asking me endless questions. Eventually, I learned to say I was fine every time.
the nights, just so he could calm down.
The doctor remained silent for a moment.
—And have you asked him about the photographs?Yes. But he avoided answering me.
Sarah explained to me that photographing my body without my consent was not acceptable, even if it was my husband who did it.
