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Abuse

You come home from work just to scream at me.
You stand there looking at me with such hatred.
You look at our children like they mean nothing to you.
You criticize every move I make.
You constantly track my location, because I have to be "cheating", right?
You are always drinking and spending all of our money.
You limit the amount of time I spend outside of the house.
You constantly make fun of my body and my looks.
You hit me when I don't give you what you want, when you want.
You leave bruises that I have to make stories about, because I'm too scared to speak up.
You don't see the tears that stream down my face, nor do you care.

I try to keep the children away from all of it.
I try to get the courage to tell someone.
I constantly clean my blood up and cover the bruises.
I tell my children lies about where daddy is.
I tell my children that "mommy fell", when they see my bruises.
I'm constantly hoping that my children don't see the way their "daddy" treats me.
I slow try to collect enough evidenced to take to the police, it's hard when you look through my phone.
I try to reach out to people but they call me lairs.
I make plans for my children so they can't see you hitting me.
I try to do everything just right, but nothing I ever do is good enough for you.
I hide my tears from my children because I don't want them to be scared.
Chey
Written by Chey (Cheyanne)
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