"He's your abuser, not your lover" He told me, his dark eyes looking into mine as the tears streaming down my cheeks revealed the purple marks staining my skin.
I shook my head, "He loves me, and I love him... He hurts me because I do stuff wrong" I explained,
"Demetria, you're not doing a thing wrong"
"I must be, there's no other reason"
"He's a psychopath"
"He's my husband..."