I think she hates me. If she loved me why would she hurt me? I don't understand.
I spend most of my days at home cleaning, cooking, and sleeping, alone much of the day except for when the neighbors come by to ask for something or to say hello. She comes home and says hello, but then she'll accuse me of being unfaithful.
The first time I wasn't sure what to think. I may have been in shock. I went out to meet the mailman to get the mail, I came back in the house and she sniffed my hair and then threw me to the floor.
"You whore!" she screamed.
She kicked me in the back. I cried out and she kicked me again, and again, and again, all the while screaming and calling me a "whore." She yanked me up by the hair and slapped me across my face, then she pushed me down and told me to go back to the kitchen.
I took a short shower and crawled into bed and hid under the covers. She crawled in next to me. No kisses, no hugs, no sweet words good night.
The next day she surprised me. She came home early and brought me a bouquet of roses. She held me and kissed me, tenderly kissing my bruises.
"I'm sorry, I just love you so much," she said softly, and kissed me again.
But then a week later she came home late from work. I'd made dinner and had been waiting for nearly 3 hours, everything was cold, and I said to her, "You're late." She snapped. She picked up a plate and smashed it across my face. It broke. I fell to the floor, shaking. I tasted blood on my tongue. She splashed my glass of wine in my face and I cried out as it stung my wounds, then she splashed her glass of wine in my face.
I frantically crawled for the bathroom, thinking I'd be safe there, but she caught me by my ankle. She turned me over on my back and straddled my chest, pinning my arms at my side with her legs. She held the bottle of wine over me, I thought she was going to kill me but she instead emptied the bottle onto my face. I coughed and choked, wine splashed in my eyes. She tossed the bottle aside and got off me. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was all over, but then she kicked me in the stomach. She kicked me again, again, and again. Then she straddled my waist and slapped my face, she beat her fists on my breasts and shoulders. Then she turned and beat my legs, she beat my inner thighs. I bit my lip, trying not to cry but as her blows traveled up my leg I screamed.
