My husband.
He had obviously just woken up.
He wore silk pajama pants and a dark T-shirt, his hair messy, his expression irritated.
But he wasn’t shocked.
That was the part I remember most.Anatomy
He wasn’t horrified.
He wasn’t rushing toward me.
He wasn’t asking his mother what she had done.
He simply stood there.
Watching.
“Nathan,” I whispered.
My voice broke.
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“Nathan, she shaved my head.”Marriage
He rubbed his face.
“I can see that.”
My stomach twisted.
“Your mother shaved my head while I was sleeping.”
Margaret lifted her chin.
“And I would do it again.”
I stared at her.
For a moment, I honestly thought I had misunderstood her.
Then she smiled.Pregnancy & Maternity
Not a nervous smile.
Not an apologetic one.
A satisfied smile.
“You’ve forgotten what kind of woman you are supposed to be,” she said.
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“What?”
“You heard me.”
She switched off the clippers.
The sudden silence was almost worse than the buzzing.Unwanted Body & Facial Hair Removal
“You have become too ambitious,” she continued. “Too independent. Too obsessed with that job.”
I touched the side of my head again.
My hand trembled.
“Are you insane?”
Margaret’s eyes hardened.
“Don’t speak to me like that.”
“I will speak however I want! You came into my bedroom and shaved my head while I was asleep!”
“You left me no choice.”Anatomy
“No choice?”
I laughed.
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It came out as a strange, broken sound.
“What possible choice did I leave you?”
Margaret looked at Nathan.
Then back at me.
“You were becoming disrespectful.”
Nathan finally stepped into the room.Hospitals & Treatment Centers
“Mom…”
She turned toward him.
“You told me you were worried about her.”
