Her words are fueling something dark inside of me. It's eating my control away, grasping onto my sanity. No one has ever been able to make me feel like this; no one has made me lose my control by just talking. Autumn was teaching me every single day about my own body.
I hated that I had disappointed her; what had I done? She trusted me; she thought I was better than this, and I'd proven her wrong time and time again. She was gentle and patient with me, and instead of protecting her, I did the exact opposite. I hurt her without even realizing it.
How did I make this better? How did I prevent her from trying to get a divorce? I didn't want one; I was sure of it.
"Please, take a second to think about what you're asking from me, Autumn. At least wait a day before you decide what you trul
