Domestic Violence

Something deep down in your soul shatters the first time your husband puts his hands on you. It’s more then the action of him hitting or choking you.
I’ve dealt with verbal and mental abuse for years now, but today it became physical. As I sit here replaying it over and over again in my head. His hands around my neck, he punching me in the side of the head and cheek; the sheriff coming and being to big of a coward to press changes; and I do what I’ve never understood… I stay.
Because I have nowhere else to go, no education outside of one year of college, no degree to lean on. No family to help me out, no job, no home, no car. It’s all his and I have nothing.
And I know it will happen again. This won’t be the last.

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