#ThursThreads – Tying Tales Together – Week 329

“Look.” My voice was barely a whisper. We’d been talking all night, fueled by anger and pain and the need for hope. “I’m not saying you’re wrong. It’s just…”

“Do what they say.” She held up a hand. “You know you’re going to. You know it’s what you have to do. They’re wrong to make you apologize. They’re wrong to make you beg. But we need your income.”

“I know. I just wish.”

“Yes, we all wish there was another way, but there’s not. Not for people like us.”

I rolled over on my back, giving in – finally. “What do I say?”

“What they want you to say. That you were wrong. You screwed up. You won’t do it again.”

“I’ll sound like I’ve got no balls.”

“What’s better? No balls or no home?”

“Yeah.”

Later, she’d touch me, driven by the need that women have to make things better, but for now she stayed apart, making sure I’d gotten the point before making nice. “You write it up so you don’t screw up the words. Make it believable – a real apology, none of this ‘I’m sorry you were bothered by’ bullshit.”

“I know.” Sigh. “Will you read it over?”

“I won’t need to.” This would be her first step towards reparation. “You’re a good enough writer. Just imagine what they want, give it to them, and come home to me. To us.”

I had no choice. But I could still dream of the day when that would change.

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