She’d gotten good at, reading the signs, the subtle hints, the body language that he’s showing, unknowingly, IF it’s going to be a good evening or not.
She’d, lived her life, with him, AS her sun, as her moon, AS the center of her universe, she’d never learned, to love and treat herself well, like she’d, loved and treated him.
The gloom draped over her skies, she can feel the skies, crashing down on her, inch, by inch, slowly, she will suffocate, and she knows it, and so, before she’s, totally, submerged, she must, take, as many HUGE breaths of air as she possibly can, because heaven only knows, how long this particular storm of his will last.
The gloom draped over her skies, there’s no escape for her now, she’d become, totally, trapped by him, and, he’ll do EXACTLY what he’d always done, he’ll do something to hurt her, intentionally OR unintentionally, and, as she goes off into some darkened corner, to lick her own wounds, he’ll, apologize to her, with that false sincerity of his………
Life, the Obstacle Course 