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 because 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.
My intuition knew it though.
