Everytime he and I fight, he gets more violent. I have no money and no where to go. He is in the military, I’m stuck in a foreign country.
I wish he would go to Iraq, but he probably won’t. I wish he’d go, and not come back until he was in a body bag.
I wish I’d not been stupid enough to marry him. He was so nice, calm… now he throws things and yells and calls me names and pushes me.
I’m sorry I wish he were dead but I do. I would be a big weight off my shoulder. I would never have to be frightened when I hear him enter the room, ever again.
I feel worried now that we are married. Like I could do something to him like that again. Even after all this time has past I still know I broke his heart. It is part of why I can never deny him almost anything now. He deserves some thing so good and loyal. So that is exactly what I am trying to be.
God forgive me if I ever hurt him again.
I love my fiance with all my heart. But right now, I blame him for the crap I’m suffering through at work. If he had kept it in his pants, maybe she wouldn’t be targeting me this way. I hate the fact that after putting his infidelity behind me for 4 years, it’s coming back up to bite me on the ass.