It was bad right from the start,
she hung in there for her kids’ sake; she stayed
no matter how many times
he laid his hands on her.
Even when she thought
she was about to die,
she still stayed put
and remained a faithful wife.
Only to be beaten down
at the end of the day,
behind lock and key,
when his anger flared out of control
and his boyhood told him he was a man.
She’s afraid to leave him,
she does not want to raise the kids on her own.
She swears that he is all she’s got
even as she lays sprawled out on the floor
from the wrath of his twitching hands.
Her friends and family
always tried to intervene
but he would stand in the way,
slithering his way around,
swearing off lies,
showering her with gifts and flowers
… his clever technique
of control and manipulation.
All in favor of showing
anyone who stands in the way that
he was a loving and caring husband
who loved and adored his faithful wife.
The disturbing thing is:
she is his biggest fan
no matter how many
hospital visits she makes
or how many times her kids
see her bleed.