Do Not Disturb

by Freida McFadden

He marched me to the bathroom scale when we got home, and after that, we did regular weigh-ins. He would write the number each week in a little notebook. As I would step on the scale, I would hold my breath, knowing if my weight was even a pound higher than last week, he would go out of his mind.

I wish a mf would try me

When I was younger, before I met Derek, I would hear stories about women stuck in abusive relationships. I never understood why any of them stayed. I thought they were foolish or weak. It never made sense to me until it became my life.

Somehow, true love has eluded me. Maybe I’m immune to it.

Me asf

Maybe we used up all our happiness. Maybe everybody only gets so much.