Around January 2023 my then partner started a campaign of abuse triggered by the affair he had just started. I felt I was falling, I expected to hit the ground with a thud but I never did. My mind was in a constant state of confusion.
Did he love?
Did he hate me?
Did he ever love me?
Had he always resented me?
Why couldn't he just leave if he was unhappy. A man who claimed to love me watched me break down over his affair and abuse towards me but showed me no empathy. In fact, the abuse escalated... I was drowning while he watched, his eyes dead. I was in such a fog mentally, I couldn't see my way out. So I wrote poetry to express what I was going through.
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