My eyes watered and my cheeks burned from anger. There were so many words in my throat that I just couldn’t bring myself to say. I wanted to tell her had she not thrown me off on Kyle when I turned eighteen, I’d probably have saved myself the heartache, stress, and pain. The suffering in silence would have never happened. I couldn’t believe—well, I could—that my grandma wants me to get over her other daughter’s daughter hurting me.
forcing her to witness her ex-husband marrying her cousin isn’t gonna solve shit so now what?
