It happened again today…that burning feeling in the pit of my belly. What started off as just another morning turned in to several hours of waiting for the angry phone call that never came. Turned in to dread on the drive home for lunch, wondering how explosive his temper would be today. Turned in to a quiet, try to be invisible lunch during which I ate and later wished I hadn’t. Turned in to an afternoon of worrying about how the evening at home alone with him would end up.
This is what living with an abusive spouse boils down to – burning fear in the pit of your stomach. Never knowing what will be the next “thing” that will set him off. Scared to be you…because being you is what pisses him off the most.