A moment to write. Just a moment to read.

The blood made him snap.

It changed him back to the husband I knew.

It came from the call I tried to make,

The ripping of the phone out of my hands,

As I huddled on the bathroom floor.

Helpless tears came, along with the

Life altering fear that never left my body.

Every drink, no matter if just one;

Brought that same fear back,

Every.single.time.

For six long years.

The names I was called, will never be forgotten.

The moment I thought I might die,

will never be forgotten.

He will never be forgotten.


I've been wanting to write about some experiences I've had over the years ever since I started my English class. We aren't writing, but when I've got something to say, I HAVE to say it.