Never in a millions would I have ever picture myself in this situation. I loved him. I trusted him. I gave him all of me and half of me was taken from me because of him. He was my angel. Yet, he's human also. The bottle was his drug and his words were his fist. His hands...I don't even want to talk about him anymore. He hurt me but I have to suffer for it. The excruciating pain that I've been through scars of an old brittle woman though I'm only 28. Why did I get married? I'm the fool to let the same person who let me down be my husband. He said he would change for the better and I believed him. I didn't know what love was but he did something to me that no man has ever done. He was my first. He wasn't always the way he is now. He was this sweet, handsome, humble man that gave me everything I could possibly ask for. We were young. I was very young and clueless. I thought for a minute. My mind is telling me to shoot him, but my heart is begging me not to, but whatever happens tonight will be the last time I go through this hell.
