My Hell

Tom wasn’t as violent in the daytime as he was at night. It felt like I was living in hell. I was ok at work when I could pretend, I was normal. It was when I went home that I was very depressed and unhappy.

I even planned to murder him. I didn’t know where to get a gun or even how to use one, but I planned it anyway. I think maybe just the planning gave me hope.

Richard came to my job one night. I was almost ready to leave when he showed up.