Today marks the anniversary of the last time I fell pray to his pleas to see me, today marks the day where the truth spoke with violence so loud it shocked me into believing.
Today marks the day where surrender was not an option and submission was not good enough, today marks the day where his darkest rage was not wasted on me.
Today marks the day broken was given a whole new meaning, today marks the day I wrestled with the devil to save my own life.
Today marks the day of blood oozing down my face, of torn out hair and body parts with black and blue bruises, today marks the day where envy showed it’s brutal and ugly face, where control took on a whole new meaning.
Today marks the day where my right to leave was revoked and my pleas for help were not heard. Today marks a day where truth reared up to greet me as I kicked and screamed fighting him off me to survive.
Today marks the day I hold in memory and in remembrance of a once worrier woman who fought her way through hell to live to see another day.
This is my story this is my truth.
Words by Evelyn Wayde ©️