Someday I will publish this blog if I survive William. If I should not make it I will have my daughter publish my last words. He is having a bad day, I can hear the desperation in his voice. He begs me to give him another chance. I keep reminding him of all of the stuff he has done to me and if the shoe was on the other foot he would not take me back. Today I reminded him of the time he bit by breast and it was black and blue for over 6 months. He said he remembered my breast being bruised but he did not remember biting me. He was drunk.

Then there was the time he pulled my hair on both sides of my head as he straddled me on the sofa. My hair fell out for two weeks after that. He was drunk. I have stayed because I am afraid of him.

The last two times I had him arrested the judge let him out on his personal recognises. So I am getting to the point whats the use he will be out in a day or two any way.

I am trying to stay strong and not take him back because of my fear of him. I would not take him back because I love him, because I don't love him. But I am very afraid of him and what he is capable of doing and what he has done to me. The terror I have felt at his hands.