It’s been 6.5 years since my husband and I split up in 2012 then legally separated a year later. Yet here I sit, trapped in the same old fucked up life I’ve been struggling to get away from, and had gotten away for nearly six years, since less than two years after we married.
…I kiss him softly on his lips before I leave the room momentarily to grab something from the kitchen. I turn to look at him before turning the corner to the hallway, and he smiles so big as he watches me walk all the way to the kitchen. Gone no more than sixty seconds, I walk back to the room and his door feels locked; I realize he locked me out on purpose; I must have taken too long in the kitchen. I lightly knock on his door. He opens it, only to have for me rage all over his face; his own eyes look angry..dark..dead…as if he has become someone else entirely… Continue reading Here I Go Again