How many times did I find myself on his bathroom floor cowering beneath him, feeling the hot spit land on me as he screamed? Stop crying like a baby. No one else would put up with you. How many times did I shutter on that floor counting my breaths? But he never hit me.
I stayed because I thought that if you love someone, you should take the good with the bad. I stayed because at those times when the rest of the world didn't understand him, he said he needed me. I stayed because the prospect of being alone was scary. It felt too hard to climb out.