Domestic Violence, Inc

I was young and giddy, so I blushed hearing his comment. Huh, back then, I wore a beginning stage of Jheri curls [laughing]. Yes, back in the 80’s jheri curls was the shiznick [laughing]. A year has passed and we were six months into our marriage with our son. He had become very confrontational at home and at work. It was as though I was now married to night and day. Some days he was thoughtful, respectful, a gentlemen, and lovable. Other times, I hated him and despised him. Many days I regret being married, yet I wanted my marriage to work. The majority of our arguing revolved around finances, never having enough, and never knowing where the money was going. Other times our arguing was because of his over drinking or his family interference and negative influences in our marriage. Yes, his drinking went from drinking a can or two after work to drinking a 40oz along with drinking one to two cans of beer after work; to drinking a can of beer while he, as he use to say, “S-Showered-shaved.” His excessive alcohol intake became so uncontrollable that, he now became the alcohol. He didn’t care what he did, what he said, or who he hurt. He became numb. He no longer was the man I met nine months ago on the college stairwell. He now became a stranger to me. I no longer knew who he was; it felt strange living under the same roof with him. You would have thought I was a burglar who just broke into his home, because he choked me so hard until I began to see silver specs floating in my eyes; not knowing that I was losing oxygen to my brain. Yes, he was slowing killing me, and I was dying.