It gets louder and louder—the pain, I mean.
I wonder: how?
How can it be possible for a physical sensation to get louder with every second that passes?
I don’t know. But it just keeps getting louder.
Every scream and profanity just keeps getting louder.
The toxic masculinity that rolls off his tongue continuously stabs my poor heart and damages the loving memories that I had of him.
She can only respond with a soft, almost broken “lower your voice.”
The pain resonates throughout the entire house and as much as I’d like to cancel it out with my bedroom doors that usually keep all bad things away, it just gets louder and louder.
And then the noise stops—so does my heart. Continue reading “And It Only Gets Louder”