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I was tossing and turning in bed asking
myself endless questions. David was not yet home and it was almost 2am. He was slowly becoming a stranger. For three months now, David was nowhere to be found
on weekends.
Was I right to suspect something was
wrong? Could he be tired of our marriage? How was I going to reason with him if
he is always drunk?
“Dear
God give me the strength to hold on and be a proper wife….” Suddenly, I heard a
mirror shatter downstairs. I grabbed my gown and went to check.
David was home from his escapades and he
was sitting on the couch staring at the broken vase.