“They come first!” he snapped back. “It isn’t all about you, Bobbie.”
“If I get married it’s going to be to someone I love, adore, and respect and I don’t love you.”
She saw the flash of anger cross his face and she braved herself for the fury to come.
“You think I give a s**t if you love me or not? Again, this isn’t about you. This is about doing what is right for our children and our family.”
“Putting a gold band on my finger isn’t going to suddenly make up for the fact I spent almost a decade terrified of you! I have lived independently for years raising two kids alone!”
“You didn’t have to do it all alone, Bobbie. You could have come to me!”
“Right! When should I have done this? Should I have gone back to the place I was slapped around and almost raped? You told me you were comin
