*Zara*
I was speechless as my mother and father continued to describe their relationship to me. They could tell that there was some disillusionment going on in my mind. It was probably written all over my face as I did my best to steady my breathing.
I hadn't spent my childhood being ignorant exactly. I knew that my parents weren't perfect people and therefore, the relationship couldn't have been perfect, but they were giving the impression that the conflicts that arose throughout their relationship had been serious ones. My mother clearly didn't want to share those troubles with me, even as I stood before her as an adult asking her about them.
“We love each other very much Zara," Father assured me for what felt like the tenth time since we'd started the conversation.
“These conflic
