They Broke My Wife’s Legs and Called It an Accident — The Sheriff Had No Idea What I Actually Did for the Army
It was the opposite.
Holding my head was the deepest act of love available to me, because it was the only one that could actually win.
I have thought since that this is the hardest lesson there is for people who love fiercely: that when someone you love is hurt by people who are counting on your rage, the most loving thing you can do is refuse to give it to them.
Not because you feel it less.