Barry came into our bedroom where I was folding laundry, and he held out my phone, which I’d left in the kitchen. In his mind he was going to do something cute. Rather than give me my phone he planned to grab my hand and pull me to him. It didn’t go well. He honestly scared me. My heart was beating out of my chest as I sat on the bed and cried like a little girl, because that’s who was crying.
