When my father found out I’d married, he was livid. He called me every hour, his messages curt, his tone icy. After days of ignoring him, I finally answered the phone.
« What is going on, Anna? » he demanded. « You married someone a stranger! A janitor! Have you lost your mind? »
« It’s my life, Dad, » I replied, feeling my voice shake.
« You have responsibilities, Anna. Do you think the world is going to respect this… this nonsense? I’ll come by tomorrow. I want to meet this husband of yours. »
« Fine, Dad, » I said, feeling a chill at the thought. But I knew I couldn’t avoid it forever.
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