Just Three Months After My Wedding, My Face Was in a Horrible Condition. My Husband No Longer Kissed Me, and My Mother-in-Law Changed My Pillowcase Every Day, Saying, “With a Face Like That, You Won’t Stay by My Son’s Side for Long.” One Night, I Accidentally Overheard Her Telling My Husband, “If You Can’t Get Rid of Her, I’ll Do It Myself.” 
My name is Emily. I’m 29 years old, and just a year ago, I was convinced that marrying Mike meant I had found the greatest happiness of my life.
Our wedding was small but beautiful. I stood beside him in my white dress, and throughout the evening, he kept telling me I was the most beautiful woman in the world.
In those wedding pictures, I was smiling.
Looking at them today, I can hardly believe that just a few months later, I would become afraid of my own reflection.
