Returning from my dinner with Joseph, I moved my feet slower than before. The weight of his words, like the weight of this new pendant on my neck, dragged me down.
I had hoped to set things right between us. I supposed this necklace gift was a part of that. But more and more, I felt like I was the one making concessions for Joseph, while he did nothing but make demands.
What kind of family would we be, if I constantly had to tip-toe around his anger? Or would he change after the baby was born?
For now, I wasn’t sure he even liked me at all – at least, not as my own person. I think he enjoyed having me in his debt, constantly on the back foot.
No. I was being unfair. He had reasons to be distrustful of me. Constantly thinking of Asher, I hadn’t been giving our potential whatever-we-we
