He enjoyed playing it rough, beating me up until deafness became absurd.
Coming to conclusions like ice castles in a summer's rain, trying to
reason through the pain when there was none. We chattered until teeth
shattered inside late night quarrels. Most of this to prove a point...
To gamble our future on who would fold first. A proud finger is raised.
I'm amazed I've lasted this long. I've been telling family members their
dead wrong for wanting us to stay together. As if I would live comfortable still
feeling like a slave. They only vision fair weather. The brick house on the corner;
daddy is barbequing on the patio, and the children running around outdoors.
However, before I become a snapping bean , I quit! The venomous syrup has
been drained , dumped in a bucket and slung out the window.
Yes, there was guilt by association, but what is a wife to do after vowing
for better or for worse. I claim for the better; this is why I'm giving him a divorce.
Even tho, we've been separated for years, I still panic whenever I hear--
the chaotic voices, door slamming noises in my ear.