I got married at the age of 19, I still had the mind of a child then. Marriage is still as much fun and games as I thought it was at home.
Everything happened so fast, getting to know the families and getting engaged, then the wedding came so fast that I couldn’t even think about it. I loved my future wife very much, but I was still afraid of the first night…. When I thought about it, I was afraid and I kind of wanted to take a step back. But the wedding and the first night came between the eyes and hands.
When we were alone, and it was the peak of making the clothes, I refused my husband. He looked at me surprised at first. Then he went to the kitchen and soon returned with a knife in his hand.
The first thing I thought was that I must have made him so angry that he is going to kill me, but I did not see such anger on his face. He was looking at me more cunningly and I understood that he wanted to dominate me.
I suddenly jumped up and told him not to touch me, otherwise I would scream and everyone would hear my voice.
He suddenly stood up with a knife in his hand and said to me – “Do you love me?” He looked at me like that for a while, then he went to the bed and cut his hand.
I was amazed at his behavior. He probably lost his mind and is going to kill himself. When I had to run out and ask for help, he took a picture and covered his mouth with his bloody hand.
He came close to my ear and whispered – “Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you, I love you even more” – that’s what he meant and I calmed down. He went out, after a while he turned around with his hands wrapped and hugged me to the bloody bed and let’s sleep now. Then everything became clear, he shed a few drops of his blood for me as a testimony of the purity of the first night.
