I don’t remember what the argument was about. No doubt I’d been defiant, dug in my hooves, failed to capitulate. Given you lip, that’s what you called it. The horse that wouldn’t break. I infuriated you.The Horse That Wouldn’t Break21619MegTre L. LoadholtSep 5, 2016·1 min readMy downfall…My uprooting…This caught me and held me near. I felt every word.