The Final Nail in the Coffin
The constant fighting was unsustainable. He made me an enemy. He would avoid both me and the children, locking himself away to play video games or soak in the bathtub for hours. When he did emerge, he would yell at me and the children, sometimes even lunging at the older child so that she would cower in fear or fall to the floor. The final betrayal? A day after being intimate, without a single...