“Would you have married me then, if you knew everything you know now?”, he asks, midway through a heated argument.
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have married me either!”, I spew back. “There were some bright red flags waving all over the place!”
Anger is written across our verbal ping-pong game, carried in the sharp-tipped word arrows flying back and forth across the room. Our tucked away histories, our not-so-hidden expectations, our never-dealt-with feelings, our barely-covered sins, they all come tumbling out as our emotions free our tongues.Read More