Her heart thumped in nervous apprehension once she heard his Ford pickup pull into their drive.
What mood would he be in today? Belligerent? Happy? Drunk?
She just never knew what to expect from one moment to the next…explosive anger or a bouquet of flowers.
Of late, living with him was like constantly walking on eggshells.
On second thoughts and in no mood for any confrontation, she quickly turned off the television and tiptoed off to bed.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
a cooking pot and twisted tales 
Poor thing,that’s not the way to live.
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That’s a horrible way to live! Thank you 🙂
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I’d be hitting the road jack,and not looking back no more no more.
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Me too!
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Love makes one do things that seem ridiculous to others. There is always that ‘Hope’ that maybe things will change someday.
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Hmm! and that’s the truth. Though I am of the strong opinion that one should never condone domestic violence. It never ends well.
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We never should. Until and unless things are away from any kind of abuse, one can hope. Otherwise, just walk away!
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Aww thats really sad..
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A disheartening way to live.
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Very true Jacqueline..
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She did not care to open the door?
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I wouldn’t if I were her!
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Sadly the way many women love in order to avoid confrontation.
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An unfortunate situation to be in.
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Pretending
Ears tuned
To nearing footsteps
Dreading inevitable volatile outbursts
Misplaced comfort in fetal position
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You captured that pretty well.
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Thank you.
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Sadly, this is all too familiar for some people Jacqui!
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A sad way to live 😦
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