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You’re Mrs Mallard (imagine you didn’t die) Write an IG Post after you realise your husband returns unharmed. (Please write at least 50 words + include a picture) 

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You’re Mrs Mallard (imagine you didn’t die) Write an IG Post after you realise your husband returns unharmed. (Please write at least 50 words + include a picture) 

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I can't believe my husband came back, alive and well! Even the sky started raining cats and dogs! I swear it was sunny and bright before he came back home. Men ruin everything, and I don't want to live in this men-dominated world anymore. I'm so done with living in this home, as the awkward air is honestly suffocating me. He loves me and I don't love him back. I hate him for pretending everything between us is fine, and we're a happy married couple when we're clearly not. Maybe I could become a man in my next life. I guess this is the end of everything. I'll come back to be the wealthiest man with the highest authority in the world. Maybe I'll become the president! I'm excited to see what my next life will unfold. Cheers!

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Am I a bastard for wishing my husband will die again?

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Am I a bastard for wishing my husband will die again?

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My(29F)husband(45M)gotten into an train accident a few days ago and was presumed dead, naturally I was absolutely devastated by this and went into an absolute fit.After getting consolidated by my sister(27F) I was left to think for myself, which made everything worse, because it gave me space to think. All I could think about was how much freedom I would get after becoming a widow, no more doing the laundry for two, cooking for two nor shopping for two.and all of that thinking led me to realise that I do not truly love my husband, at least not as much as he does for me.By all means, my husband never was horrible and was quite loving towards me ,however to me, my husband’s death is no longer an event of grief, but a fresh start to a meaningful life for me.

Anyway in a moment of exhilaration, I left my room intending to go outside, yet was met with face of my supposedly dead husband, the shock of it led me to an heart attack, and I was put in bed for days.

By now me and my husband have settled back in our old lives and yet every day with him now feels like torture for me and my mind can’t help but wander to imagine how much better this all would be without him.I wanted to get a divorce with him but I do know logically I might as well be committing suicide.

Am I a bastard for thinking this?

Tldr: I realised how much better life without my husband is and now everyday feels like hell

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SO HAPPY MY HUSBAND IS BACK AND HE’S NOT DEAD, NOW I CAN FINALLY GO BACK TO BEING A TRADITIONALLY STEREOTYPED FEMALE FIGURE, A TRAPPED HOUSEWIFE THAT HAS NO FREEDOM, WHICH IS SOOOO GREAT, AND OH YEAH IM MADLY IN LOVE WITH MY HUSBAND LIKE IM SUPPOSED TO, RIGHT???!!!😭😭😭

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Well. So, a few moments ago, I was over the moon when i received the news that my husband actually passed away due to a train accident. I mean, don't take this in the wrong way. I am not delighted by his death because he was abusive or cruel towards me. Actually, it was quite the opposite. He actually is genuinely a nice guy. But I was just ready to celebrate that because I can finally be free from this marriage that has confined me and trapped me. It is like a knife that stabs me and drains my blood and soul out of my body, leaving me lifeless day after day. Man was I so very excited to finally gain my freedom back and start a new life. But, *sigh*, guess what. He decided to come back from the dead. I mean he wasn't dead, but you get what I mean. It was just some miscommunication, and he never actually got into any sort of accident. *Internal screaming* The moment I saw him step through the front door, I felt my life draining out of me again as if the knife stabbed me again. I swear, I thought I was gonna faint right on the top of the stairs and fall straight down to the bottom. The feeling of absolute disappointment and dread filled me that I went stone cold. For one moment, I thought my own freedom and new life was just right at my fingertips. But now, I guess it has slipped away to somewhere way out of my reach. Just the thought of my marriage makes me sick right now. I hate marriage. So restrictive, so oppressive. Anyways, now I'm just miserable and depressed again, I guess. So much for the false hope. I guess I'll just go back into the cage and play a good wife for the rest of my life. No freedom, no independence, no new start. Wow. I'm "super excited"...

I just want to clarify once again that my husband is a loving and sweet person, and I would never wish ill upon him. Okay, thank you for understanding, bye!

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