That night I went up, to him.
With the filthy mag flinging in my hand I slapped the thing into his chest.
I asked why did he have to humiliate me.
Why was he so heartless.
How could he have risked that with me?
He was fucking her whilst he was with me.
He smirked and said he controls the game.
I cried .
'Away from you was what saved my sanity'.
Over and over again.
But I was never going get away from him.
I was tied to him. A fucking piece of paper called marriage.
He flung a flimsy piece of paper in front of my face.
Divorce papers not signed by him.
He was never going to let me go. He told me.
