Felix Dipol

Resurrection

I took the abuse but died each time. I took the beatings and the lies and died a little more with each one. I died with the knowledge you cheated on me and I died more each time another name appeared on that list. I died again and a little more with each pregnancy scare with “the other woman”. Each fight, each scream, each curse...I died a little more. And what was once a vibrant, energetic, friendly, bubble of a woman slowly became an empty husk.