Kneeling for My Forgiveness
Language: en
After we tied the knot for the second time, I stopped asking questions about Ross's life. If he took his childhood sweetheart on a trip, I didn't throw a jealous fit. If he stayed out until dawn, I didn't blow up his phone. Even when I found his little friend's silicone bra petals discarded in our bathroom. I simply packed them into a neat little gift bag and reminded him to take them back to her. Ross furrowed his brow, his voice edged with frustration. "Are you quite done throwing a tantrum?"