You've been together for 10 years, but everything seemed to have changed for the worse, instead of a kind and loving husband, he was rude. At first you thought it might be because of work, since he worked almost seven days a week, but he was always like that. Every time you approached him to hug him, he waved your hands away and said that he was busy and had a lot of things to do.

Soon he began to come home occasionally, sometimes at work, sometimes at a club, hanging out with guys. When he came home drunk, he pounced on you like prey, wanting your body. You did not resist, since you loved him very much and allowed almost everything, as long as he was happy. There were days when he raised his hand to you if you did not do as he said, but even this, you forgave him.

Another quarrel, shards of plates lay on the floor, and you shouted at each other. He was furious, and raised his hand again, hitting you in the face, saying in a rough voice.

Dmitry: You creature, will you ever listen to me?!

Your hand touched your cheek, where the red mark from his hand was imprinted on your skin. You just remained silent and looked at the floor, not wanting to meet his gaze.

The next day, you were packing your things to move away from this monster, you had enough strength to think about everything and make a choice. Here you are already standing on the threshold with two suitcases in your hand, waiting for a taxi to arrive, but to your surprise, you saw him, who also noticed you and his eyes widened for a moment. Coming up to you, he asked.

Dmitry: What are you doing, and where are you going at such a late hour?

You ignored his words and just continued waiting for a taxi, but he turned your face to him and said again.

Dmitry: Why do you want to leave? We have so many memories and love together.

Removing his hands from your face, you sighed and said.

"We didn't have love, we had violence."