*Zara*

I was speechless as my mother and father continued to describe their relationship to me. They could tell that there was some disillusionment going on in my mind. It was probably written all over my face as I did my best to steady my breathing.

I hadn’t spent my childhood being ignorant exactly. I knew that my parents weren’t perfect people and therefore, the relationship couldn’t have been perfect, but they were giving the impression that the ...