Demolition Before the Bloom

something icy and sharp was taking root in my chest.

Ten years.

I had spent ten years playing the obedient, quiet wife.

I had swallowed my pride.

I had hid my family name to let Richard feel like a self-made man.

I had let him believe he was the most powerful person in our lives.

I thought it was the only way to keep the peace.

I thought shrinking myself continue reading …