My husband pulled me into his chest, my arms and heart resisting. He persisted, shifted his hold a little tighter, leaning down, whispering into the nape of my neck how he wanted to help but didn’t know how. But he sure wanted to. The tears fell like acid as I surrendered exhausted to his safety. Funny […]
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