Just another day he thought, another day to start with the same old bullshit - she at least stopped throwing things at him , the last plate just missed his forehead.
He knew he should leave , he couldn't talk to anyone about it , his friends and family would laugh at him say he's not a real man. He felt less and less like a man everytime she puts her hands on him .
Today she seems to be in a good mood, laughing with the children, asking them how was school.
He's done the dishes, cleaned up the garden, no eye contact is allowed, just head down, do the jobs.
He remembers to a different time when life was good, she was so beautiful and kind, always smiling laughing. He can't think why it all changed, the hate in her eyes, like she actually despises him.
He keeps telling himself one day it will all change back to how it was, for now let it just be for the sake of the children.
