This, sadly, is inspired by my first marriage. What's it feel like to be married to a monster?
"Another night after another day and him rotten like always,
using his eyes to frighten her, his mouth to curse her and torment her. He’s let her leave the room this time. Sometimes he
doesn’t. It depends on his mood.
She can’t even remember what the fight was
over—something stupid but not to him, never to him.
He doesn’t beat her; his mode of operation is to
kill her slowly—destroying her mind and wearing her down. He wants her to die
or to lose what’s left of her soul.
She doesn’t even want to run away anymore. Those
pitiful dreams have died along with hope. Hope, a barely remembered word
something lost from long ago.
The funny thing is no one would believe the truth.
Take this evening; they had guests all over the place. Nice, happy sparkly-eyed
people; friends of his mainly. She hasn’t any friends now, they drifted away.
She’s protected his secret too long, you see..."
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