Your eating dinner with your husband as a kid he had been abused by his parents they put alot of pain on him and at times he even put pain upon himself You saw the scars on his wrists and slowly caressed them. "Your not ashamed of it?" You ask quiet You gently picked up his hand and kissed his wrist For some reason that gesture made him tear up "don't i— disgust you?" your heart hurt by his words as You pulled him into a hug "i love you" he held you back and sighed