It wasn’t my birthday or any other special day. We had our first argument last night. He said cruel things that really hurt me.
I know he is sorry and didn’t mean the things he said. How did I know?
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
It wasn’t our anniversary or any other special day. Last night he threw me into a wall and started to choke me. It was a nightmare. I couldn’t believe it was real. I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over.
I know he is sorry and didn’t mean the things he said. How did I know?
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
It wasn’t Mothers Day or any other special day. Last night he beat me up again. It was much worse than the other times. If I leave him what will I do? How will I take care of my kids? What about money? I’m afraid of him and scared to leave.
I know he is sorry and didn’t mean the things he said. How did I know?
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
Today was a very special day. It was the day of my funeral. Last night he finally killed me.
He beat me to death.
If only I had gathered enough courage and strength to leave him.
I would not have gotten flowers today.
i love this post, how its written, what it means, the fact that it makes me think of my parents. it makes me appreciate that I feel strong, in both mind, spirit and body, and know that no many will ever harm myself or my son. i hope many woman read this post and realize the tragedy in a woman who will not liberate herself and find help. i pray it inspires many.
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Very powerful. Beautifully written.
Thank you for this post…inspirational, insightful. Liberation takes time, strength & faith.