“You’re not happy. You are brainwashed. Drunk. Delusional. Manipulated,” she yells. “This isn’t love. At eighteen, no healthy girl thinks about marrying a forty-year-old heartbreaker!” She takes a deep breath, the room settling into frigid silence. “You won’t marry him, and you won’t be part of that family. End of discussion,” she insists. “One day you’ll understand, and you’ll thank me. Mark my words.”
Man…..this is getting harder and harder to continue but I’ve made it this far so…..upward and onward I guess.
