Abuse Happens Binda
Things have been tense at home and I’m getting anxious. It’s been almost one year since the last time Sam hit me. He still yells a lot and often says things to hurt me. He makes me feel small and stupid.
I hear his car coming down the driveway. He walks in the house, trips over our daughter’s shoes and the next thing I know he’s throwing them at me. One hits me in the face. He’s completely losing it, yelling, breaking, and throwing things everywhere. I tell him to calm down and stop scaring the kids. He says “shut your fucking mouth or I’ll smash it in’’. Our youngest daughter cries, and I push her into her room out of the way.
I hide in the corner of the kitchen, where he starts breaking dishes. My face is bleeding and my mouth hurts. Finally, he goes into our bedroom, and I start to clean up. I call the kids out and make dinner. Everyone is quiet.