He was relaxed, lying on a sofa. Before I could say anything, he uttered the words I was so afraid to hear: “I am married.” All the pain I had bottled up inside for so long broke out with a roar. How could he do this? How dare he say it to my face so calmly and casually, as if everything we had did not matter?! I wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt me. I started yelling. Before I knew it, I was breaking and throwing things. One hit his head.
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Sabina K.
Sabina K. is an amateur writer who is using online platforms to bring voice to her personal stories. She believes in the power of words, art, music, and performing arts as a form of self-expression and healing.