The Awakening

The first time I really realized it was one night when I had fallen asleep early. When I woke up, he was in bed next to me asleep with his arm over me, and I realized that the touch I once craved and loved and wanted to hold, now felt constricting. I felt empty and guilty that I was here, in his bed, hating every second of his presence. I realized that every day I pretended to love him, I was lying to him and myself. But even in my agony I was in the truth finally , and I wasn't pretending anymore.