The war I didn't ask for

Red

If there is anything I have learned over the last six years, it's that red is my favorite color. Mostly red flags, they came up hundreds of times over the six years and each time I chose to find excuses for them instead of allow them to be reasons to run. One in three women have experienced domestic violence from their partner. One. In. Three. How did I allow myself to be apart of the one in three for six years? Excuses, that's how. " He said he was sorry so it's okay", " He said he won't do it again", " I was being a bitch I deserved it", for every incident that occurred. It makes sense that red is my favorite color, I work in healthcare and see it often anyways. My high school diploma cover is red, my dads car was red, red occurred very often in my life. Red flags occurred with my biological dad, he was abusive too, not to me, but my mother. To me, red flags weren't a warning to run but a sign that they loved you. Thankfully the time has come and I have learned to run from the red flags and the man that I thought loved me. Now that I've endured a war I didn't ask for, I finally ran.