As I sit here with two black eyes, I wonder how I got here. Not so long ago I would have laughed and called you a liar if you told me that I would be in this position. I was always strong, always the one to say, “That could never be me.” Now here I am covered in bruises once again. I have left so many times, only to crawl right back shortly after. He lies and talks to other women and I still stay. I went to a domestic violence shelter and got kicked out because of him.
I feel nothing anymore. It’s like I have no emotions left. I’m just an empty shell. I’m not happy, I’m not sad, I’m just nothing. I’m purely just existing. Because of all this I have no more friends. They were just tired of seeing this keep happening. I know everyone says, “Why don’t you just leave? Just move away.” That’s much easier said than done. We have a baby together and his family would make sure I never have anything to do with my son if I left. I’m just so tired. I just want to be happy again.