family background in front of guests, he told me not to start.
Whenever she walked into our bedroom without knocking, rearranged my belongings, or reminded me that I should be grateful a Whitmore had married me, Ethan would look at the floor and whisper the same thing.
Don’t start.
For years, I believed that keeping the peace was the same as protecting my marriage.
I swallowed insults. I apologized when I had done nothing wrong. I learned to smile at dinner parties while Margaret described me as a poor investment
