When is enough, enough ?

Bruises, Bruises, Bruises, She kept seeing on her skin. She refused to tell anyone, because of her love for him, Tears fell from her beautiful face every night and day, She didn’t understand what she would do wrong, She did nothing, but loved him and only him. She tried to imagine her life without him…, …Impossible. Bruises, Bruises, Bruises, Seemed to appear again, she had now discovered a thing called self defense or even revenge. Thank God, there were no children, she agreed not to kill him, and she just wanted him to fell her pain. He had nothing, but good intentions; He would claim…He just wanted to be with her and other women. She knew he could get what he wanted, but so could she just in any moment. He didn’t respect her beauty, she loved the attention of others, and maybe if she cheated, but would there be more bruises?
So, this is the story of my life, Yes, me Cynthia Johnson, The one who is always helping others with their problems, but can’t seem to help her own. I love my husband John dearly and many people wonder why. My husband and I have been together since high school, those were the best days. It seems like the closer we grow together, the more we are growing apart. We’ve been married for 4 yrs. now, and I refuse to leave him because he is my life. Yes, I get tired of the bruises, but what can I do? If I fight back he’ll leave and I need him in my life. I can’t see myself loving another. Yes, he cheats and sees other women, But I know he loves me deep down inside. Maybe one day I’ll work up the courage to fight back, but that might be when my love for his dies. Unfortunately, I’m getting help because they say I’m in denial, and blind by love, but come on now, everyone has a first and I want this to be my last.
So, it’s been 2 months and things seem not to be getting better. John brought another women home, while I was out. Of course I did what; every woman would have done, I told her she had to leave, and that he was a married man. Unfortunately he didn’t tell her that. Ooops, guess he lost that one. Therapy seems to be helping me, I’m getting stronger and putting up with less, I’m planning to leave, but I’m waiting for the right day and time. He’s going to miss me when I’m gone I can guarantee that. For some reason my depression is gone, I smile everyday… And now that he sees he’s not getting to me, the bruises haven’t been appearing. Let’s just say he’s getting his revenge, in the most painful way, No drama, no hitting, no killing, just love. Like they say, they never know what they had until it’s GONE!