When she cries- it's usually out of fear.
She fears all the men in her life, and she doesn't want to end up getting hurt. She's been hurt more than once- and more than enough to have learned her lessons many times through.
She's quiet and distant with him, because she is afraid that any quality of hers will be end of this silent, cold, and unfeeling relationship she has with her husband.
She tries hard to satisfy him. To follow his robotic ways, the silent motions he goes through everyday. She learns by observing him quietly with pale violet eyes that are burning with red because the lack of sleep she is getting everyday. She stays up late, stiff and still, because she is afraid he will doing something like run away or turn, face her, and hit her.
She does this because she doesn't want to get hurt.
So she stays away.
This is the only free time I have. I usually spend it with friends- but I came home early today. I'm usually on the phone, but my fucking idiot of a father took my cell away because I told him to stop saying something because it was fucking annoying me. Fucking ass hole- you do not mess with a bitch on PMS. So this is what you get, and my father is going bald because I'm setting his fucking hair on fire. Why? Because Bush won.