Shipped

by Angie Hockman

“I’m not the asshole you think I am.”

“You’re so wrapped up in your own preconceived notions about my motives you’ve never stopped to consider that maybe I’m different. You can’t know what I think because you don’t know me.”

His lips quirk. “I like arguing with you.” “You do?” “It’s fun. I like a challenge, and you give as good as you get.”

“He doesn’t like it when I make big changes and don’t consult him first. I knew that, and I still got the haircut anyway. And when I got home, he got mad. Honestly, I should have known better.”

squeeze. “No.” I shake my head. “He’s not sorry. He’s only sorry you got wise to him and left. Abusers don’t stop. If you go back to him now, he will hurt you, I promise.”