He was

Talking to himself….his weight against me, I watched as this person I loved….I had married, was ….lost to something….

“I didn’t want it to come to this.”

He said.

I knew I was in trouble.

He was talking to himself.

“I know where to put her bod.”  He was talking to himself.  This was my husband….talking to himself, about where to bury me or some such, while his fingers were digging holes in my muscles tissue and his body weight was pinning me against the wall.

When did love become a war zone?   It was when he was afraid I would SPEAK.  Like my family….everyone, hates my voice.  I do too.  Butall I do is narrate…..I just see and say whereI’ve been and where I am today…..

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