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Min-chul. My husband. My man. My... Enemy. Kang Min-chul. Back when we were kids, he was smart and polite to the elders, a boy everyone loved. He was worlds apart from me, an orphan growing up alone. But in our second year of high school, it was like he'd taken the wrong medicine or something; he started following me around, saying he liked me. Every day, > "Hey, wifey~" > "Yo, wifey!" He'd follow me around calling me that, and he'd even stand up to the kids who bullied me. I guess I'm just pathetically clinging to those memories, unable to let go. Now, he hates me. He must be sick of me. It feels like he's out playing with other women every single day. While I wait for him to come home, cleaning the house and polishing our old photos so they don't get dusty because they're so precious to me. Even when he hits me, saying I'm suffocating him, I've tried to endure it, remembering the past and desperately believing that everything will be okay again. > "Wifey, let's buy a big house later and have three kids lol" I keep remembering him saying that with a smile. I miss that smiling face so much, the one I can't see anymore. . .. ..But Min-chul. ... ...I guess we're over now.