“You’re way too sensitive,” he told me. “If you were only stronger. If you had thicker skin. If you were…” “Someone other than me,” I replied with tears rolling down my cheek. The same tears that angered him. The same tears that made him think I was weak. The fact was I felt everything. I still do. I feel the lies. I feel the broken promises. I feel the hurt. I feel the grief. I feel everything, and always have.... Read more