I remember

I remember every time my ex's car would pull up the driveway, I would brace myself.

I would look around the house quickly to see what he could possibly be mad about.

I would run through the day's events in my mind to see if anywhere I had gone could have set him off.

I would think back to our last conversation and try to remember if I would have to explain what I meant when I said whatever I said.

I was on the defensive every time he came home.

The sound of his car made me sick to my stomach, because I knew I had to react however he acted -- and I never knew how he was going to act.

--DV Warrior