What sort of man gets mad—really, truly mad—at the woman he loves? But I am. My mama always said, a man who makes his woman cry is no man at all. But I did. It’s like admitting it last night broke the dam. There’s so much of this anger in me now, strange and unfamiliar, and I . . . I don’t know how to handle it. And maybe shoving it all down wasn’t the healthiest way, either, but it had to be better than this.
oh LOOK another character development paradigm. goodness me, I thought the reviews said there was no character development.
