My Husband Tried to Dispose me for my Sister

For five years, I lived tied to Keith, believing that one day he would make good on his promise of giving me a wedding ceremony. So when I saw a package delivered to our doorstep on our anniversary — the gown I had designed — I was so happy. Only that he arrived.

“Why would we get married again when we already are? Ceremonies are useless. They don’t matter. Why don’t you just scrub the floors instead? That’s what you’re good at.”

The next morning was our anniversary, but Keith didn’t care, so I told myself I would celebrate. I went to the registry to get a copy of our marriage certificate.