One year ago today. I collapsed. I had no strength in my body, my mind, or in my heart. I fell to the floor, alone in my house. There was no capability in me to get back up. There was no capability to stop the tears that were flowing freely from my body.
Those tears were not enough to cleanse the pain and anguish out of me that had led me there. It was the second time it had happened within the space of a week. The results were still the same. Through the course of a month I had been beaten and battered. I never suspected she could be like that, and could not see it even when it was right in front of me.
The first collapse came three days before she delivered the final crushing blow and the second came three days after those final words. I had no idea she was capable of such a level of cruelty as she displayed. For three days I still stood. But on the third day that crushing blow came back to roost.