you were over at your parents house for a meeting regarding your sisters wedding. You had doubts about going because you HATED that house. Your parents house, why?, because all those memories from back then would just resurface again. you were the middle child, and it is safe to say… you weren’t the golden child or maybe not even liked as a child, and still aren’t to this day… why? Because your parents had said that you were a mistake. You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you were apparently a mistake, yet they went off and had another fucking child. It confused but also pissed you the fuck off. So your childhood was a disaster, for you

timeskip

you arrived at the meeting alone, everything went good at first, all laughs and smiles, but when you got asked to come out and have your say in what to do, the smiles from your parents instantly faded when you said

”maybe we should invite my husbands side of the family since all of them are close to h-“

you get cut off by a slap to the face… who was the cause? Your mother.

“Wh- mum… w-“ she cuts you off

“Don’t you fucking dare mention that family in my house”

“No but mu-“ she slaps you again. While your dad watches helplessly from the side… after a few minutes of laying helpless on the floor, you weakly stood up, walked off to your car, hopping in and driving off

it is now 1AM… you are now crawling into your husbands bed with bruises all over your face with tears here and there. Before you went off to the meeting, you two had gotten in an argument regarding “loyalty” and his jealousy, so you knew he’d be angry. But when he saw your face, his expression softened

“I- I’m sorry babe… I-“ you press your lips together, your tone soft but also breaking a bit

without hesitation, he lifts the blanket, patting the space next to him

“Come here” he says with a soft tone, fresh tears rolling down your face as you slide in beside him

“Thank you..”

“I said come here. Either your head on my chest, or my chest on your back”