think I’m finna bail him out.”ͳen, the next day I was hurting so bad. My back,
everything. I could barely walk.
I started bleeding like crazy. From my vagina. When the
blood starting coming, I knew. I mean, I didn’t know I was
pregnant before, but now I did. I was having a straight-up
miscarriage. I don’t know if it was from the beating or the
stress, but it happened.
I guess God decided to send me a real fucking clear sign
this time, didn’t he?
ͳat was pretty much the end of that. I mled for divorce
and moved back into my old place.
Let’s just all pause here and take a breath. Maybe get a
drink, rest up. Because the story is not done, and we about
to dive back into some intensity.
• • •OK, you rested? Here we go:
I left him, but I don’t know what the fuck was wrong with
me, because I still wanted my husband back. Even though I
had a restraining order and everything, it was still a part of
me like, I think we can work through this.
My friend had the same reaction you are having: “Girl,
you crazy. ͳis motherfucker almost killed you. Leave him
alone.”
I just thought . . . he had to see how much he hurt me. He
saw how messed up I was. We had love. He’d never do that