Abuse Hides in the Dark. Turn on Your Light.

No Food

He drinks all day & wants to fight all night. Peace comes after he passes out except for the nagging anxiety knowing that he will have to wake up again.

Read all of this post and more in My Abusive Marriage . . . and what i’m doing in it by Kellie Jo Holly.

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We sat and watched Monk for awhile. My heart started to pound because I knew what was coming next, and I was trying to find a way to avoid it. When the microwave went off, I got his pie, put it on his plate, and gave it to him. I told him that the second one was in the microwave and I would get it when it was done.”

“I didn’t eat all day.” He said.

“Why not?” I asked him.

“Because no one told me there was any food ready.”

“Let’s not go here tonight,” I said, and went back to watching Monk.

“So, you don’t care that I didn’t eat today?”

“I think if you were hungry, then you should have come in the house and ate.”

“You didn’t think about me all day? I see how it is. You, you, you. That’s how it is.”

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