She was entirely to blame, she thought, as she lay there in a foreign country next to the snoring man - her husband of 10 years now.
The proposal had hardly been romantic: Well, you’re getting on now. Who else is going to have you?
And so, like a fool, she’d married him. She remembered ringing her best friend back home, sobbing, knowing she was making a mistake but too inhibited to back out. “Just leave, walk away,” her friend had advised.
She hadn’t, so here she was now. Two kids, a husband she disliked, and in-laws living next door.
This is my 2nd response to Velvet Verbosity's 100 word challenge, I didn't like my first response overly. The prompt is INHIBITED.