Loving a Shelby is not easy... Mary was aware of it.
She embraced the good days and the smiles they shared, the bad days and the lectures she gave him, and the ugly ones where he made her cry. He was a man who held her heart in his hand and kept it close to his heart. He was a man who gave her butterflies whenever they were together, but who managed to worry her when he was out of reach. It wasn't the wanderlust, nor his desire to be on his own that worried her. It was the seizures, the PTSD, and the fact he was on his own when she wanted to be with him and help him through it.
Loving a Shelby is not easy, but Mary was not weak.
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