Divorce Me Once, Your Loss
Literally and physically, and I can't risk that especially after how much time and energy I put in rebranding the new me.
All the gym and therapy sessions, all the nights of being awake and weeping as the truth looked me in the eye.
Nobody wanted me. Not my father who gave me off to a man who hated my guts, or said man who didn’t even want to look at my face, or any member of his household who either maltreated me or ignored me.
And I worked every hour of every day so I never had to feel that way again.
“I can’t risk it,” I tell him, “your family is filled with the most horrib—”
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