Breaking the Bully

by Jessa Kane

Ask me to bring you a unicorn horn. I’ll find a way to do it. “Sure.”

But in the last five years, I’ve learned how badly she needs overwhelming.

Yeah, the obsession runs free now. Never to be corralled.

We’re saved from being co-dependent by our commitment to being emotionally healthy, as much as we can when we’re nursing a constantly deepening infatuation for one another. Allie goes to work for eight hours a day. So do I. The forced separation was excruciating in the beginning, but we’ve learned that it’s worth the pain once we reach this time of day, when we’re both back home, the night spread out in front of us.

Every piece of lumber I saw, every nail I pound is for her. The construction company I’ve built from the ground up is so she’ll be proud of me. So she’ll be glad she fired that flare gun in the valley one evening, calling me back to her.