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a scene.”
That was the moment something inside me went cold.
Not broken.
Cold.
Because suddenly I understood what kind of man I had married.
He was not terrified that he had hurt me.
He was terrified I might become loud about it.
He was already managing the story.
Already assigning me the role.
If I screamed, I would be hysterical.
If I cried, I would be dramatic.continue reading …
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