Katerina
I don’t even know why I am still getting angry at him after all this time. It’s always the same stupid pattern with this stubborn man - at one moment we are just fine and he’s managed to make me believe I am on top of the world, and the next, we are fighting like dogs over the stupidest of things.
As I get back to the house, tossing the reins of the mare to the first person I see, it’s late afternoon already and I am reeling. It’s the image of him as I asked him, desperation rushing through me, to understand, to f*****g trust me, and the dead silence that followed. He doesn’t get it, he just won’t let it get through his thick stupid scull that I am not some fragile damsel in distress who needs his help all the time, or his opinion to exist in this damn world.
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