He abuses me. I love him. He slashes at me with his fist. I love him. His rage on me is so tempting for me to just, you know. Give up. Every morning I wake up to the intriguing oder of his strong manliness wrapped around my petite waist. Oh god he is so hot when he's asleep, ha. Sadly looks don't mean a thing when someone brings a hand up at you every breath you take. Ha, but I love him too much. Or do I? When i look into his deep dark blue eyes, I see two of all things. Happiness. A spark of happiness and hope that can overcome any stressful obstacle. Can it? A sorrowful darkness creates his heart. The once fragilness of his heart, hardness it to the stiffness of a rock. He loves me as if i have never loved anyone. He hits me as if i had killed a loved one of his. But for i have not. I love him too much. We can't afford medicine to fix his madness. Thats why we live in the shit area of Narrow Glenn. Thats what happens when your husbands a strip club bouncer and your a burger flipper at Crust Mc.Jr My parents didn't raise me to live like this. I was raised to be rich. Loved. Truly loved. This love. Sadly,I know isn't a true love. A real love. His love is not a one in a million. His love is as if me loving something that never came to be. I guess, If i don't get killed before i do so. I'll go to another lover. Lover to Lover.