Ouch! Why are you dragging me by my hair? Now you are looking at me with a psycho glare. You used to be nice, fun and loving guy. When I look at you now, it makes me want to cry. I don't know what I did wrong or what I said. When I say one word you hit me on the head. I cooked, I cleaned, and been true. For some apparent reason, it's not enough for you. You have slapped me, raped me, and called me a b****. Then later said I will be later sleeping with a fish.
I stuck with him through thick and then, yet I felt we will be soon go back to where we begin. Then the apologizing begin.
I can't look at men and I can't go out. If I disobeyed, he would hit me so hard, I'll black out. He checked my phone and won't let me go out with friends. If I disobeyed, he would threaten them again.
I try to leave, again and again. Later, I get caught in the end.
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