today i was given roses; short story

day seven

today i was given roses.

this morning i couldn't move. my limbs were sore and i could barely get up to see if there were roses on the counter.

my lip was cracked and bleeding and my neck was bruised.

we fought last night and he said it was my fault. he didn't mean it. he didn't, he didn't, he didn't.

i'm scared. i miss my children. i don't want to do this on my own. he loves me.

he didn't mean it.