Becoming Amy

 This weekend I watched the show Why Women Kill on Amazon Prime.  I so related to the 1963 wife.  She was me, I was her.  It hurt to watch all the things she did to get her husband's attention to try to get his interest to no avail.  And still, he cheated.  Yep, she was me.  But the difference was, mine was a narcissist.  He would tell me that it was all in my imagination.  That of course he loved me and was attracted to me.  I was told the other day that I was a beautiful woman and that still shocks me.  I had never been told by my husband anything like that.  I had been told my hair looked stupid, I looked like a boy, I looked like someone on a paint can, I don't remember that one. Oh, the page boy?  He told me I looked nice or alright 3 times.  I was asked didn't he tell me I was beautiful on our wedding day?  No, I'm sad to say he didn't.  He actually looked at me and said, what's with that veil you look like you're going to fly away?   I cried myself to