A Throne Without a Memory
We had more blow-ups than I could count.
Still, he insisted I was his wife, the family's backbone, his nearest and dearest, and that I should always have had his back, even if we were at odds. At home, we patched things up like nothing had happened. However, with outsiders, once the bridge was burned, there was no rebuilding it.
At first, his words cut deep, leaving me feeling raw and uneasy. However, after hearing them over and over, they started to make a twisted kind of sense.