“You don’t understand. The things I say to him, the way I’ve screamed at him…” I shook my head. “A better woman wouldn’t talk like that. She wouldn’t hit back. I think we were drawn to each other because we’re both garbage.” “Lucy, no.” She grabbed my hand. “Absolutely not. He did this to you. He drove you to the brink of your sanity and then blamed you for doing what you had to do to survive. All of this is his fault.”
