Makeup Couldn't Cover These Scars
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Wavy Buchman. Makeup Couldn't Cover These Scars
Introduction
1. Naïve in Love
2. Ignoring All the Signs
3. The Good, Bad and The Ugly
4. To Celebrate or Not
5. Fight or Flight
6. Danger Ahead
7. Home but Not For Long
8. The Storm Is Over Now
Acknowledgments
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Here I am on my sister’s couch, in pain, wondering how I let my life get to this point. My lung had collapsed, my home was no longer a home, and I was struggling to pay the bills more than ever before. With Christmas less than three days away, I had only $64 dollars to my name and I was determined to make it a good Christmas for my daughter.
Let’s rewind this story to the beginning. My cousin had introduced me to this guy about three years back. He was cute, funny, laid back and such a gentleman when we first met. We would go out on dinner dates, movie dates, arcade dates, heck anything fun. I think I fell hard for him because I felt he was genuinely a good guy. He would come over to watch tv. and we would talk about any and everything through the wee hours of the night. We had some of the best conversations about life, love, and dreams.
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A few months later, I let him move in and it was going well. He was very attentive to my needs and my daughter’s. He would treat us like I was his queen and she was his princess. He took us out often and bought us lavish gifts, you know, really spoiling us. I was happy, my daughter was happy, we were all happy.
One day, we were all chilling downstairs. I’ll never forget we were play-fighting as we always did, then suddenly, he started punching me in my arms and legs as hard as he could. I screamed so many times that I was done, and it was like he didn’t care; like he wanted to teach me a lesson. He was going out of his way to show me that he was indeed stronger than me. Eventually, he let me up and I looked over to find my daughter was hiding behind the couch. She was so scared. I grabbed her and told her mommy and him were play-fighting, but he took it a little too far. He ended up leaving after saying, “See this is why I don’t play.” I took my daughter upstairs, watched a movie with her, and got her in bed. I took a long shower afterwards and cried after seeing all the bruises left on my body. I’ve never seen so many physical bruises on me. I got out of the shower and went to sleep.
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