Casualties

There’s a scar on the back of my hand from the night I lost my temper and threw my shoes at the back of my closet. In the dark, I didn’t see how close I stood to the wall, and I smashed my hand into it. Then I cried; hot, angry, embarrassed tears. You didn’t say anything, just sat on my bed and stared, disappointed.

I’m sorry you saw that side of me.

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