The truth is I hate him. I hate how he disrespects me and takes advantage of me. I hate it when he sits in his chair and flat out ignores me speaking right beside him. I hate it when he screams at me while I cry and beg him to be kind, and plead with him to tell me what I did wrong, when really it was just him being a jerk again. I hate him because he is a small man. A small man I keep allowing to hurt me and use me and hold me back even though I KNOW exactly what he is and what I am not to him. I hate him because I keep saying never again, until the next day. I hate him because I know it will never change and I’m still too scared to leave…. I hate him.