The worst moment of my life came when Charlie beat me so badly my eardrum bled. I fled, barefoot and in pajamas, through the winter night. A kind stranger took me to the hospital and the doctor said that my eardrum was nearly perforated.
Later, when I finally had the courage to file for divorce, Charlie stormed into my parents’ home and caused a scene, demanding the 40,000 dollars back.
My parents, without hesitation, knelt in front of me, begging me to stay with him. They insisted my brother needed that house, completely ignoring the hell I lived in.
Just as I was about to proceed with the divorce, I got pregnant. Charlie promised he would change for the sake of the baby and I believed him.
However, it wasn’t long before he grabbed my hair and smashed my head against the table. That was when I realized, the man in front of me would never change.
The day I miscarried, Charlie disappeared.
People pitied me. They said it was tragic, my husband running off like that. They didn’t understand.
I hoped he never came back.
Two months had passed since Charlie disappeared.