Surviving Memories

By Joylissa LeFleur

I forgot what it felt like to have peace in my home. Constantly anticipating his unwarranted jealousy, inexplicable insecurities, and unpredictable outbursts of rage, I tiptoed around him daily hoping nothing set him off.

I forgot what it was to look at him with warmth, lust, and love. Instead I gazed at him in confusion, agitation, and fear. Who was this man I slept next to each night? This moody, brooding being who was definitely not the same charming, affectionate person I started dating a few months back.