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therapist. I told my husband. For the first time, I’m not carrying it alone. Thank you.
I stared at it until my eyes blurred.
Then I typed back.
I’m proud of you. You deserved better.
I set my phone down and let the quiet fill the room.
It was a different kind of quiet than the one I grew up with. Their silence had always been weaponized. Heavy with punishment continue reading …
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