My instinct told me that he wasn’t the one for me.
I ignored it.
I was in that place of blissful ignorance and called it love.
Why was I ignoring my instinct?
My instinct told me that he was a liar and an abuser.
I ignored it.
Even after that first punch, my heart protected him.
My instinct told me to run.
The continued physical and emotional abuse had left me broken.
An empty shell.
I was dying inside.
My instinct kept telling me that one day he would kill me.
I ignored it.
Death was better than this.
I loved him.
I just had to be better.
I had to be more of what he wanted.
I had to change.
I woke up this morning and my instinct told me that today was the last day I would be alive.
I ignored it.
I laid next to him.
Watching…
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