I lay in the dark tears streaming down my cheeks as he is laying on top of me enjoying himself, unaware of the tears I cry, and the hatred I feel in my heart for him.
Each day is becoming harder to control the feelings in my mind and soul. I am so grateful my children do not know about the humiliation their Mother is going through. I suffer in silence so no one will ever know the indignity he puts me through. Everyone thinks he is such a nice guy, how he loves me so much. If they only knew.
I thank God that I have made it one more day. I keep telling myself this will pass and tomorrow will be better than the day before.
Tears, tears and more tears stream down my face my heart is broken. I stare off into the distance wondering how much longer can I endure the pain in my throat. Choking back the screams I feel in the depth of my soul wanting to erupt like a volcano that has not erupted in centuries. Spewing out the vial of disgust and shame I feel about myself for being such a weakling. Allowing this man to control me. He uses me when he wants, whenever he wants. Disregarding my wishes to be left alone. If I say no he gets angry and says I don't consider his feelings. If I don't give in to his lust then I have to endure his physical and emotional abuse.
So I lay in the dark with him on top of me with my tears sliding silently down my cheeks.
Each day is becoming harder to control the feelings in my mind and soul. I am so grateful my children do not know about the humiliation their Mother is going through. I suffer in silence so no one will ever know the indignity he puts me through. Everyone thinks he is such a nice guy, how he loves me so much. If they only knew.
I thank God that I have made it one more day. I keep telling myself this will pass and tomorrow will be better than the day before.
Tears, tears and more tears stream down my face my heart is broken. I stare off into the distance wondering how much longer can I endure the pain in my throat. Choking back the screams I feel in the depth of my soul wanting to erupt like a volcano that has not erupted in centuries. Spewing out the vial of disgust and shame I feel about myself for being such a weakling. Allowing this man to control me. He uses me when he wants, whenever he wants. Disregarding my wishes to be left alone. If I say no he gets angry and says I don't consider his feelings. If I don't give in to his lust then I have to endure his physical and emotional abuse.
So I lay in the dark with him on top of me with my tears sliding silently down my cheeks.
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