Anjola
I maintained a stiff lip for the longest stretch pondering on how to get to her. I had this gut feeling I could trust her but it was difficult to completely rely on the words my heart whispered.
"Are you saying I should stop fighting him? I should love him?"
"Quite the opposite darling," She responded. " You don't have to love someone to understand them but if you are to understand them, You have to stop your petty hating."
Petty? It might have been petty before and I could have forgiven him for making me a bully target and for ruining my prom but marrying me was the height of it. It was obvious all he ever wanted for me was to hurt me and make me miserable. It was like revenge for a crime I never committed. It was surprising everyone saw him like the good guy instead of the mon
