Do you ever have that feeling, deep down in your gut, that something is wrong, but you explain it away as paranoia or overthinking things? That’s what happened to me the first time my first husband, Josh, showed me the tiniest bit of his anger issues. I say tiniest bit yet think to myself now, it really wasn’t that tiny. The anger he showed me that night was beyond what any rational anger should have been in the situation.
There comes a time in marriage sometimes, like in life, where you ask yourself how much more you can take. You ask yourself if all the things wrong are real, or just in your head. You ask yourself if ending things is really the best option or if you just have not tried hard enough and you need to hang on just a little longer for things to get better.
There is a cabin in the middle of the woods. Inside that cabin is simple. There is a bed, a fireplace, a chest, and a rocking chair. In that rocking chair, sits a woman. The woman sits in this chair all day, and sometimes most of the night.
There's a haze that happens, a fog almost, when someone physically attacks you. It's like it wraps around your mind and everything goes into slow motion. The violence of the situation can be seen in such clarity and detail, yet everything seems fuzzy at the same time.