He laid his hands on me again!
After he promised the last time was the last time.
But here I am,
black eyes and bruised lips.
Helpless on the floor
My mind in conflict with my heart.
He says he is sorry; that he doesn’t know what got
into him.
But my mom’s words keep ringing in my ears:
“The first time should be the last. It should never go
further than that.”
And she is right.
I do not want to die in his arms and by his arms.
I have learnt from other women’s experiences:
It rarely ends well.
And there can never be an excuse for his actions.
I love him but I love me more.
This is why I have to love and leave him.
I have to!
If I want to live.