I thought he loved me and wanted to protect me. I should’ve protected myself. I should’ve jumped off that cross instead of looking to him as if he were some sort of savior.

Her mouth is half-blocked like her voice is slipping away, she’s sacrificing herself on a cross, there are vortexes sucking the little woman away, watery graves, naked and unprotected caught in a silent scream…I drew this image and still didn’t consciously realize I was stepping into an abusive relationship.

Have you made this mistake with someone? How long did you stay in your abusive relationship? What did it feel like the day you found out he didn’t love you?