*6 months ago*
It was late Friday afternoon. I was just walking in the door from a long day's work when all of sudden, I was confronted by my husband. He's plastered drunk like always. Surprised they hadn't fired him yet. Yelling at me and throwing profanities left and right. What'd I do? "Where's my dinner, bitch?" he slurred at me, as I was pushed harshly to the side. This was natural for him. But the truth is, this has been going on for a few months now. None of my family knows about this; not even my older sister whom I tell everything. I have been acting like everything is completely normal; covering up the bruises and scars he's left on me. Not only is it verbal, physical, and mental abuse, it shouldn't even be happening. We were the power couple everyone looked up to. I don't know what's happened to us. We have a family; our 2-year-old son and 2-month-old daughter. Everything should be perfect or so you thought. This has to end; not tomorrow or the next day. Tonight, was the final straw.
If you are needing help or know someone who is struggling with abuse, please reach out to National Domestic Violence Hotline - Hours: 24/7. Call (800)799-7233
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