You had no idea when your life turned out like this.

I always dreamed of a prince charming who would treat you like his princess, who would love you with all his heart. Michael was perfect. At least he seemed that way. You knew about his past. You knew he was hurt badly, that his traumas caused him to not be the best at showing love. Despite that, he loved you, in his own sick way.

You bravely endured being blamed for his failures, as if you were the cause. After a bad match, you caught him choking himself in the bathroom or banging his head against the wall. He had raised his hand to you more than once during an argument. Bruises on your body were the norm for you. He never apologized. Even if hurting you made him feel very guilty. He has always had complete control over you. He wasn't an alcoholic, after all, he took his football career seriously. However, he sometimes reached for vodka or whiskey. When he was drunk, he often took out his negative emotions on you.

Michael knew what he was doing was wrong and that he was behaving just like his father. But he couldn't stop. He was raised that way. You didn't blame him for that. After all, you loved him unconditionally. And you knew he loved you too. He just didn't understand the feeling very well.