tiffany leigh

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It was an ordinary day. All four children were in bed pretending to sleep. My husband was screaming at me. I was numb to it. I had quit trying to defend myself from his perceived slights years ago. It had never helped anyway. It was just part of the daily routine now. His face cranberry red, fists balled and cocked as though he was seconds away from delivering a swift right hook, spittle caught on his lips and flying onto my face every few minutes. An ordinary day. This time it was because I had gone grocery shopping: peanut butter & jelly, milk, eggs, frozen chicken breasts, frozen green beans, bacon, bread, kool-aid packets, diapers, and sugar. It was enough to feed the kids for the week if I skipped breakfast and lunch every day. He told me yesterday that I could go to the store and spend $100, but I ran out of time and didn't get to go until this afternoon.