Chapter 98

Rocking back and forth, muttering the same words over and over again. I want to hug her, hold her and let her cry on me but she refuses.

I've been beaten and the bruises have formed as proof, she's willing to cry but not to me.

Not with me as her support pillar, not as her husband or a friend. Nothing.

I watch until she stops, her head between her legs. "Tell me you're lying?" She whispers, I don't respond.

It's rhetorical, she knows it true. She can't believe it, she doesn't want to.

I'm too weak to convince her, to broken and empty fight. I just want to forget that all of this ever happened.

I never went to therapy, my father wouldn't let me and I didn't want to, spilling my life to a shrink wasn't and isn't my thing.

If anything Rosaleigh is my shrink, I can I only talk to her, not even in the same way I talk to Nic.

I may have grown up physically, financially etc. But emotionally and mentally I'm still that