"The boss helped me! Thank you, Marina!" When I saw my husband smiling innocently as he said that, I knew I would never be able to confide in him. I was scared that the smoke from his cigarette, which he would smoke after forcing himself on me despite my resistance, would seep deeper into my body with each passing day. I was scared that I would no longer be able to recognize my husband's gentle scent. I was so scared that my disgust would turn into love. I was changing... That I was being changed... Please notice.