Believe Me

You believe me don’t you? I did slip in the shower. How else would I get the black eye?

It was my fault really. I didn’t fold his shirts the way he likes them. I should know better by now. He only showed me at least a hundred times how to do it.

I should have cooked something better. I didn’t put any effort into dinner. I should have at least made a salad. He deserves better than chicken chow mein from a can. I especially messed up when I served instant rice. He wouldn’t have thrown boiling hot food into my face if I was a good cook. I think I should take a cooking class.

Bitch should mind her own business He didn’t hurt me too bad at first. After she called the police, I got the shit beat out of me. He knocked me the fuck out. My eyes are practically swollen shut and he knocked out two of my teeth. It’s her fault this happened.

He loves me. I know he does. He told me how sorry he was. He told me if it wasn’t for her calling the police, none of this would have happened. He promised me it won’t happen again. He is worried that I will leave him. I will never leave him. I just have to make sure that he is happy. I am his wife and it is my job to make him happy.

He is such a good father. He has never hurt any of our three girls. Not physically anyway. Sometimes when he drinks too much alcohol, he may call them stupid or ugly. Our oldest daughter told me that she had seen him with another woman. I told her to quit telling lies about her father. She is only eleven. Why would she lie to me like that. I have to remind her that he is a good man. We always have a roof over our head and food to eat. Children can be so ungrateful sometimes.

Bitch next door needs to mind her own damn business. She called the police, again. Now my husband can’t even come to his own home. He can’t see me or our girls. It took everything we saved to bail him out of jail. Now we have to move before his court date next week. No way will he show up. They will definitely throw his ass on jail So tired of people making us move. I packed up my girls things and we leave. So excited to leave that place anyway. The next place will be better. I know he wasn’t happy in that crappy town. Moving to a new place will be a fresh start for our family.

I will home school the girls when we get to our new place. Teachers nowadays want to get ito our family’s business. They ask too many questions. I know my girls are way behind in their education. We move a lot, it’s because of people not minding their own fucking business. Had to cut ties from my own parents and friends because they asked too many questions.

Our new house is pretty. I love the new town. It will be better here. I know it will.

I should’ve cleaned the house today. I was just so tired. That is no excuse. It is my job to clean, cook, and take care of the girls. I deserved to have a couple more of my teeth knocked out. I think I may have a couple of broken ribs. Hurts to breath.

He works so hard for us to put a roof over our heads. There is always food in the house. He is such a good provider. The girls will be just fine. I know that they will grow up to be fine young women. He will never hurt them. Not physically anyway.

Not sure what happened this time. The The house was in perfect order. I learned to cook and made his favorite meal. The laundry ins done and his shirts are folded just the way he likes them. But today he killed me. I guess my body couldn’t survive another beating. Maybe he isn’t such a good person. I hope my parents take care of the girls.