Leaving
by Leslie Noyes
She liked to think she could leave if the need arose, if the weighted words and angry posturing turned into closed fists,
But the time never seemed right; he always apologized for the stinging insults and delusional declarations.
In the end, she finally left. The ambulance arrived and carted her away, bloodied and bruised. Still, he said he was sorry.
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Thank you, Shehanne!
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This one broke my heart, Leslie. It needs to be said, though.
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I know a woman who is dealing with an angry spouse. I worry about her and wrote this because of her situation.
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