I received flowers today.
It wasn’t my birthday or a special occasion.
We had our first argument last night.
During the night he said a lot of cruel things to me that really hurt.
I know that he is sorry, because he sent me flowers today.
I received flowers today.
It wasn’t my birthday or a special occasion.
Last night he pushed me into the wall and started pounding me with his fists.
It seemed like a nightmare, I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me.
I woke up very sore and bruised this morning.
I know that he must be sorry
Because he sent me flowers today.
I received flowers today.
It wasn’t mother’s day or a special occasion.
Last night I was beaten violently.
Even more brutally than before.
If I leave him, what would happen to me? And the kids?
Financially I couldn’t make it and I don’t even know how to budget!
I am afraid of him, but I’m even more afraid to leave.
But I know that he regrets it,
because he sent me flowers today.
I received flowers today.
TODAY WAS A SPECIAL OCCASION.

It was my funeral.
Yesterday during the night he finally managed to kill me.
If only I found the courage to leave,
I wouldn’t have gotten flowers today.
Now I am sitting on my cloud and it finally dawned on me,
as I was watching my earthly family.
I should have been more courageous and broken the chain of violence,
because my son just hit his wife
and sent HER flowers today.



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This touched me so deeply – a very powerful reminder of the importance to heed warnings – it doesn’t get better once something like this starts.
Very well crafted message.
hope all the abused find the strength to leave before it is too late