Twenty 4 - Hours!

I have been married 12 years and my life looks like a dark patch of cloud. I am happy, my husband keeps me well but I have this constant feeling that I do not belong either with my mum or my husband. I feel void. Twelve years ago, the mornings were blissful. I waited to start my day with my new family. I finally had what i wanted all these years. A husband and my life finally (i thought) had begun. Yes, we were happy. I was at home, a home maker and my husband worked with one of the Top IT Companies. We have had good days and we have had those I wouldn’t want to talk about. Life gives you two sides of anything, right? So as days went buy, i was doing nothing but cooking and talking to people who come home and my husband but nothing more. I was asked not to go out. I was asked not to talk to strangers. Ours was a love marriage. I loved this man who once loved me for my "outgoing" personality. Now, I am in between the four walls, with whom i try to talk. I didn’t