The Never Ending Story of Love



I felt his love for me grow tighter and tighter around my neck until I could no longer breathe.

Again.

I whisper a scream, begging, pleading, “Please don’t hurt me anymore. Please.” But my words fell on deaf ears and passionate rage; I continue to struggle to breathe.
I can hear my reason to live scream out, “Daddy, please stop hurting mommy”. And I watch in horror eyes filled with a madness reserved for a confused drunken soul strike my child, our child, with vicious love.

Again.

I want to die. I want this loving nightmare to end. I’m so tired of waking each morning with death as the air I breathe. This bruised and bloodied tormented hell has weakened me. It has taken my life; again and again. I’m so tired of punches filled with love tear through my soul. I’m so tired.

He finally leaves, taking with him that in which he took from me, dignity, hope, and love. He leaves as I wipe away the tears of tomorrow’s hope. He leaves, again.

I can hear his apology; I can hear him asking me to forgive to him. He didn’t mean it. He never wanted to hurt me. I can hear.

Yet again.

Wow this is powerful....

excellent writing...

Powerful write on an all too true subject