There are nights when my chest gets tight, and I can't breathe, and I feel like my legs won't carry me upstairs to my bed.
There are days when I just want to throw in the towel, ask him what he wants from me. What else could I possibly give?
Throwing in the towel is just too tempting. I can't take being kicked while I'm down one more time. I can't take another abusive phone call, or another appointment with my lawyer. I can't take one more minute of staying strong for the kids, and I can't take another exhausting tantrum that I'm left to man alone.
I just want to run.