On days like these, I think about everything that has happened between us. On days like these, it makes me not miss you. On days like these, I feel the heart ache that I felt that day. Damn it.

I find it disgusting how you think it is okay to harm and abuse your own wife and children. You repulse me and I hope you die miserably.

I don’t want to end up like this. This will not happen when I’m older. I will be an independent and successful woman when I’m older. I will not rely on anyone but myself. 

I couldn’t sleep because I was having a bad dream about soccer on Friday.

I slept like a baby Saturday.

I can’t sleep because my mind is racing with thoughts about my family, Sunday. 

Funny how you would just ask him if he was done with his homework this late, on a Sunday. As if you actually even cared if he did his homework. As if what happened didn’t happen at all. As if we’re just a normal family.