Diary of Abuse by a Loved One Chapter 2 Page 2

and tried to process what had just happened to me.

We had only just got married. In fact, some people might say we were still in the honeymoon phase of our marriage….so where was the kindness and the love that you’re expected to get? Was this intense slap the love I deserved? What had I really done to deserve such a wallop?

I slowly turned around and picked up the leftover pieces of breakfast that had been flung across the kitchen.

What a waste.

I opened the kitchen door and emptied the plate onto the grass in the hope that the birds at least would appreciate my cooking since my husband clearly didn’t.

Overtime the small slaps of my apparent disobedience eventually turned into more intense physical acts of abuse. When he had a bad day at work he would often come home in a rage. At first, he wouldn’t