Trying To Take The First Step
I just had another terrifying night at home with him. The screams and threats usually starts around 2am I've come to learn. I wasn't able to get out the door. And I live in the kind of neighborhood where no one will call the cops for any reason. I hate it here. So this morning, I told him I'm leaving and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. But I have that bad feeling that this is just the calm before the storm.