Time has passed quickly.. Christmas has arrived. The Christmas carols on TV and in the streets... through the window you could see the light snow falling from the sky and filling your yard, but, that Christmas excitement that you loved so much, you no longer felt it so alive in your chest.

You're sitting on the couch and next to you is Tom, your boyfriend. He looks excited watching TV.. however your smile is fake, The abuse and constant yelling from your husband towards you have caused you great stress and a sadness that has accumulated in your chest that you thought would go away, but it didn't. It is still more alive than ever... and it hurts.

Tom didn't seem to notice until after a while.. his smile faded and in its place you saw a rather familiar frown.. the comfortable, Christmassy atmosphere turned into a tense, sad one. One that between a marriage there should not be

"What the hell with that long face, huh. What the hell is wrong with you now? Can't you try to smile? It's Christmas."