Olivia's P.O.V.
I honestly don't know what I expected from tonight or how I thought it would go but it certainly wasn't the way it ultimately ended up going.
I had always wondered what it would feel like when I finally decided to pluck up the courage to rip off the bandaid and tell my loved ones about my attack and naively, I hoped that it would go smoother than what it actually did.
I mean, I'm not stupid and I knew that discussing this horrific ordeal, one which had left me with both mental and physical scars wasn't going to be easy for me to do, not to mention, witnessing my family's reactions in real time was gonna be hard as well because of the nature of the subject but a small part of me had still held out hope that it wouldn't have been as hard or as upsetting as it actually was.
