Everyday is torture. I put up with every hug and kiss that they share. I do his bidding without complaint. I wear a mask on my face - a smile. I do it just for him. I do it because I love him. What about me? Don't I deserve some form of happiness? After I all the crap that I've been through, shouldn't I get the one thing that I want? Should the fact that he's married stop me from getting him?