I Can’t Keep Watching Him Smoke
That’s enough for me
There are love stories that begin like fairy tales but end up turning into nightmares. This is the case of a woman who, 15 years ago, met the man who would become her husband in a rehabilitation center.
She was a dedicated employee; he was a patient fighting against crack addiction. Love blossomed, and with it, hope for a new life.
For 15 years, that hope seemed to have materialized. But unemployment, seven months ago, triggered a downward spiral that brought old demons to the surface.
“My life has been hell,” the woman confides. “He started stealing money from my wallet to buy crack. He became extremely aggressive, to the point where he hit me one day.”
The incident that sent her to the hospital with two broken fingers was just the beginning. “He repeatedly stomped on my hand,” she recalls, her voice trembling with emotion.
But physical violence is just one facet of this nightmare. “I often feel forced to have sex with him,” she confesses. “To the point where many times I don’t want anything, and I just pull down my pants and literally let him fuck me like that… without affection, without care. I feel like trash, and all because of the smoke… disgusting… that’s completely destroying him.”
