"I Am Not A Flower For You To Fetishize"

I have the perfect life. I should be grateful. I really should be grateful. I'm sick of feeling like a ungrateful brat.

I used to have a bad life. A bad life that included poverty. Every day was a fight to breathe.

My now husband came into my life. He's very wealthy and stable. He has a great reputation. I never knew why he chose to get with a damaged person like me but he did.

Him getting with me was a dream come true. He takes care of me and I don't have to struggle with life anymore.

He saved me.

Everyone talks so highly of him. People are only nice to me because of him.

Without him, my life would go back to being terrible.

I should be grateful that he saved me but I can't handle how odd he is.

He has a fetish for my name. My name is Rose. He talks about Roses all the time. He filled our house up with Roses. He buys me perfume so I can smell like them too.

He also makes weird comments talking about how I'm a beautiful Rose and that he loves me even if I have thorns.

He doesn't see me as a person. He sees me as the flower.

I was bothered by this at first but I told myself that I should accept it because I need him.

I decided to do research on him and figure out his past. I wanted to see if there was any details that would explain his behavior.

I found a very disturbing pattern.

He had three exes before me. Daisy, Sunflower, and Lily.

That's not the worst part. The most disgusting part is that they're all dead.

Daisy's body was found covered in Daisy's. Sunflower was found dead with a mouth full of Sunflowers. Lily was found dead near a bunch of Lillies. The Lillies were covered in her blood.

It took me weeks to find this information but it left me nauseous.

There's only one explanation and it's hard to accept.

Any normal person would leave him but I need him.

The problem is that I can't be with a killer. It's morally wrong and the fear of him killing me too eats at me every second.

I imagine it's only a matter of time until I end up as the fourth dead ex.

What do I do?