It Ends with Us by Colleen Hoover (z-lib.org).epub

that not be going against our marriage vows? For better or for worse. I refuse
to give up on my marriage that easily.
I am a strong woman. I’ve been around abusive situations my whole life.
I will never become my mother. I believe that a hundred percent. And
Ryle will never become my father. I think we needed what happened on
the stairwell to happen so that I would know his past and we’d be able to
work on it together.
Last week we got into another fight.
I was scared. The other two fights we’d gotten into did not end well,
and I knew this would be a testament to whether or not our agreement for
me to help him through his anger would work.
We were discussing his career. He’s finished with his residency now and
there’s a three-month specialized course in Cambridge, England, he
applied for. He’ll find out soon if he was approved, but that’s not why I
was upset. It’s a great opportunity and I’d never ask him not to go. Three
months is nothing with how busy we are, so that wasn’t even what got me
so upset. I became upset when he discussed what he wanted to do after the
Cambridge trip was over.
He was offered a job in Minnesota at the Mayo Clinic and he wants us to
move there. He said Mass General is rated the second best neurological
hospital in the world. Mayo Clinic is number one.
He said he never intended to stay in Boston forever. I told him that
would have been a good subject to bring up when we discussed our futures
on the flight to get married in Vegas. I can’t leave Boston. My mother lives
here. Allysa lives here. He told me it was only a five-hour flight and that we
could visit as often as we wanted. I told him it was pretty hard to run a
floral business when you live several states away.
The fight continued to escalate and both of us were getting angrier by
the second. At one point, he knocked a vase full of flowers off the table
and onto the floor. We both just stared at them for a moment. I was
scared, wondering if I had made the right decision to stay. To trust that we
could work on his anger issues together. He took a deep breath and he
said, “I’m going to leave for an hour or two. I think I need to walk away.
When I get back, we’ll continue this discussion.”
He walked out the door and, true to his word, he came back an hour
later when he was much calmer. He dropped his keys on the table and
then walked straight to where I was standing. He took my face in his hands