I have been wanting to blog about this for a long time. I don't know what has stopped me. I think that there is some twisted version of my mind that wants to pretend that everything is ok. Sometimes I even forget the things that happen. I try to push the bad to the back of my mind so that I can pretend the pain isn't there. Writing about the pain would make it too real. So, maybe that's why I'm just now starting this. Now I am beginning to face the pain head on.
What sparked this post was tonight's events. He wanted to go to the movies. He found out that the movie he wanted to see was playing in 30 minutes. He rushes me to get ready to leave for the movie immediately, despite that I was in the middle of cleaning the house. I stopped what I was doing and attempted to get ready, but I wasn't fast enough, so he snapped.
"You do what I tell you to do."
The first time he hit me was three months after we got married. It was Christmas and I had never felt so alone.
What sparked this post was tonight's events. He wanted to go to the movies. He found out that the movie he wanted to see was playing in 30 minutes. He rushes me to get ready to leave for the movie immediately, despite that I was in the middle of cleaning the house. I stopped what I was doing and attempted to get ready, but I wasn't fast enough, so he snapped.
"You do what I tell you to do."
The first time he hit me was three months after we got married. It was Christmas and I had never felt so alone.
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