A year after our marriage, my husband changed jobs and his income decreased, so we ended up moving in with his parents to make ends meet. We gradually adjusted to life at their place, and while we were hoping to have a child, a year passed without any luck. That's when it happened. My supposedly kind father-in-law suddenly attacked me. And from then on, it became a daily occurrence... Before I knew it, a year turned into two, and our relationship continued. Eventually, I found myself anticipating his visits, and four years have passed since then...
