Calling it What it Was

2014 marked the end of my 24 year marraige. I used to call him an angry man. Now I call it what it truly was, emotional abuse.

His last day home was volatile and violent. I knew when he threw my son up against the fridge, holding him there by the neck, that I was done. I did not want to continue like this for another 24 years, not even one more day.

Not only was I done, but my kids were too. The ones old enough to recognize human frailty had lost all respect for their father.

Anger is a choice we can unmake,
But it won’t be forgotten by others.

All things can be forgiven,
Not all things can be forgotten.