This year marks the third year of marriage. I met my husband at work, we fell in love, and upon discovering I was pregnant, we rushed into marriage. We hardly ever had time alone together, leaving no room to truly enjoy our honeymoon phase. Every day became a repetitive cycle, and I gradually lost sense of myself as an individual. Have I really been right to forget the joys and pleasures of being a married woman? Deep down, I longed for a break. Leaving my child in my parents' care, I took a trip—a temporary escape from reality. At my destination, I was taken by a man I'd just met. In that moment, my body and mind were liberated, and for the first time in a long while, I could enjoy myself without losing sight of who I am.