Healed Wings Still Bear Scars
Today's the day. The day where I hopefully see him thrown behind bars and I'm.. scared. I'm scared he'll be found innocent and that he'll be allowed to walk free. I'm terrified that he won't be taken for the monster that he is.
I never realised just how daunting and large an apartment could feel when you lived with a man that just felt so... Suffocatingly large. A one bedroom apartment close to the White House, something that to my fiancé would seem like a closet, now feels like a mansion.
I'm scared to face him. I'm scared to look him in those emerald eyes and buckle. Give up on what everyone's been telling me to fight for.. I can't help it.. I spent four years as his puppet on strings and sometimes I still feel them tugging at my wrists.
I'm probably just being daft but to see him locked up would just unlock this giant ball and chain that's been holding me down. Making me scared of everything. Every loud noise, every slamming door, every raised voice. Unlocking that ball and chain would just be the most liberating feeling in the world.