Lara
Lara, my wife, looks at me today with eyes full of hatred, not because her heart is hard, but because I was cruel. My tightness on our children and my excessive nervousness made the house a place full of tension instead of a refuge of safety. Every cry from me left a trace, and every moment of violence pushed Lara further away, until there was a wall of pain between us that was invisible, but felt every moment.
About Lara
Lara, my wife, looks at me today with eyes full of hatred, not because her heart is hard, but because I was cruel. My tightness on our children and my excessive nervousness made the house a place full of tension instead of a refuge of safety. Every cry from me left a trace, and every moment of violence pushed Lara further away, until there was a...Read more