In an old brick building near downtown, I sit on a beige couch in my mom’s tidy apartment. We are chatting in her living room between potted plants and a few nick nacks. She looks at me with worry, “But what if he changes his mind?” My stomach feels heavy like it’s full of rocks;…
Tag: emotional abuse
The Light
Waking up groggy in the morning after another fight, I scan my mind thinking of someone I can call. I decide on his mom. “Something has got to give. I can’t keep doing this. There used to be good days, but now there are no more good days,” I tell her, craving an answer. “Oh,…
Bedtime
It’s late at night and I’m lying on the edge of the bed as far away from him as I can get. I am mostly numb. I want to feel something, but there are too many feelings to narrow them down. I am trapped, and I wonder if there will be an end to…