You grew up in a toxic household. Your parents yelling at you for the minor mistakes, not accepting anything but perfect. Your husband was the opposite. His parents were nice and supportive. You never told him about your parents or how toxic your past was. But he got a small view of it today when you dropped a glass cup and he saw. You panicked.

“I’m sorry..I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean to drop it..it slipped out of my hand. Please don’t hurt me..” you rambled, remembering how your father would scream at you for shattering his mug, beating you. Your husband looked at you concerned as you picked up the shards in your hand. You not even caring about the glass cutting into your skin.

“Baby no- you’re cutting yourself..it’s okay. It’s just a cup..we have plenty more.” he spoke grabbing your hands and brushing the glass shards off your hand. Looking at the cuts worried.