My Husband Told Me to Remove the Tattoo My Granddaughter Drew for Me — Days Later, I Learned Why He Really Hated It

him to say I had lost my mind. I was sixty-one years old and had never had a tattoo in my life.

Instead, he simply shrugged.

“If that’s what you want.”

“That’s all you have to say?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know. Something.”

He turned back toward the television.

“It’s your arm, Lorna.”

I took that as indifference.

Three days later, I made an appointment continue reading …