The second we were alone, I completely unraveled at every seam. There was no chance of stopping it…
I struck him once more.
Before tossing the divorce papers in his face and switching to my bare fists.
Hitting him over and over and over again.
As for the love of my life?
He took the abuse.
Didn’t stop me even though he easily could’ve. Didn’t defend himself even when I drew a dangerous amount of blood. Didn’t move. Didn’t budge. Didn’t so much as twitch.
While I beat the living shit out of him.
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