Domestic violence exists comfortably in the shadows. It gains strength like so many other ills– through a false sense of comfort. “It happens to them and they are nothing like me.”
I’m like you. I’m like them. There are countless that can’t scream. I know, it happened to me.
Domestic violence is one those things you can’t fully understand unless you live through it. This was a lifetime ago and my escape gave way to a new future. Here’s the thing. The last thing a person in an abusive relationship needs is judgement. They know it’s not right. Since I began sharing my own personal experience I have heard from women that have careers and are well respected in their fields to women working in the field. Some will leave, some will not.
I did but not without a loss that will be with me forever. Once upon a time—
The Beating by Estela Caballero
Thickness of night
Hit me again
With all of your might
Not your property
I can fight
Long sleeves and a smile
Hide our lovely night
Restart the ritual
Tell me you’re right
Say sorry, beguile
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