I subconsciously spin the silver bracelet. It’s providing way more comfort in this conversation than it should. Despite the fact that my dear husband coerced me into this marriage, he’s never made me feel like I should be anything but what I am. The thin band should freak me out, but there must be something wrong with me because I’m eating up the fact that he wants me to wear it. I can’t even begin to process how I feel about him. I know how my body responds, like he’s set it on fire, and it somehow was meant to be that way. Like, it’s just been waiting for him this entire time.
