He took my shine
I used to be bright, and energetic. I used to laugh and smile at everything. He took that from me slowly. Making promises he never intended to keep. Everytime I try to make something of myself he tears me down. He does it because he wants no one else to notice me. He wants to control me in a way that a master controls a pet. it was never love to him. To him it was a toy. A toy that was his. He would break it if he wanted to. He would throw it and mash it if he was angry. He could do all the things in life he wanted to do, no matter how much it made her cry. He didn’t feel an ounce of sympathy, or regret for being the one to cause her tears. Over the years she had dimmed. And then died. she was so broken inside that she had no urge to even leave the house at all. Had no urge to talk to anyone. She didn’t want to tell anyone how he was making her feel. Or the sick things he would do when she thought she wasn’t looking, because then he would make it her fault. She once had a beautiful set of twins. she was very sick and couldn’t even bathe by herself. He knew that if she got upset that it would kill her. So he would make her upset. I honestly think now... that he had wanted her to just die. Then he could do whatever he wanted. W/out anyone knowing what he had done to her. She was so alone. and when she had finally started to get her strength back she had gotten up to bathe by herself, she had a terrible feeling in the center of her gut... she wasn’t sure what it was but internally like an alarm for a fire she felt her newborn son who was already so fragile... was in danger... so she quietly krept out of the bath as soon as she had stepped in. and opened the door a crack. She didn’t she him in view so so opened the door and crept around the corner to see her baby reaching out his arms and laughing trying to play with whatever it was his sick father had in his hands. she screamed and ripped the baby out of the crib. put him safely with his sleeping twin and pounced on the sorry excuse of a man. She took it violently out of his hands and he tried to fight her to get it back. twisting her arms and pushing her up against the wall. She had just had her stomach sewn shut.... the pain that shot through her felt like the stitches had come undone and that her insides would soon come gushing out of her... but she persisted and in the end made it and threw the glass pipe breaking it, shattering into unfixable pieces in the sink. He was no longer what she imagined. He was no father. He was no husband. He had just tried to poison the little creature she had carried inside her at the risk of her own life. all on her own. because he was not there to take care of her. all he did was cause her pain. and now he was ruining her abies life before they even had one. what kind of father.... would do that to a baby.... @storybot
