I think I am in some sort of version of what people call a ‘trad marriage’ but it has its twists and turns. I met my husband when I was 25. I dropped out of university, got involved with drugs and drinking too much, and my self-esteem was at rock bottom.
One night I ended up at a party with people I didn’t know and someone slipped something in my drink and I lost all memory until the next morning when I woke up on the sofa in a strange man’s apartment. He had rescued me and taken me to his place. I didn’t leave his flat for three months, except to be taken out to dinner and sent off to a gym to get back in shape.
