Deafening Silence
The door closed and that was it. It was done. No more yelling. No more fighting. No more hatred, at least not from him. After years of manipulation and control I was free, or so I thought. I set about filing for divorce as though that would fix the trauma I had endured. This is not a story so much about being a victim but rather an emotional outpouring from someone that was a victim of domestic violence.