Aaron
Tears slip from my wife's face onto the blanket and God, I wish more than anything that I could lean over and erase the sadness I know has her in a chokehold.
"Y—You Don think that I'm broken?" She chokes out, another sob wracking her.
Broken? Never
If anything, I wanted to kill the fucker who put her through so much pain.
I wanted to watch him scream in agony while I broke each and every one of his fingers for assuming he had the right to take what wasn't his to take. I wanted to watch him bleed and then I wanted to watch him beg for his life while I take it.
But my rage—hot as it may be—isn't what she needs right now. It won't pull her back from the cliff she's thrown herself off by convincing herself that something like this could define her.
So I swallow it.
I push it d
