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I saw his shoulders deflate and he knelt in front of me. He pried the loofah out of my clenched fingers and the moment I lost their comfort I started to cry.

I hate how I’m crying over every single thing.

“Please don’t cry,” he whispered.

“Give it to me.”

“I can’t, baby you know I can’t.”

A scream clawed out of my throat and he placed his forehead on my stomach in defeat