He was the one with the temper and the jealousy and the accusations.
And I was the one who had to deal with them.
In the beginning, I cried. Towards the end, I just put my head down. I stayed quiet. I silently hoped things would get better, knowing they never would.
But those days are behind me now. Hiding behind denial is no longer an option. Neither is turning down help I desperately need.
Leo can help with my divorce. And one thing is clear: I need to be rid of Casey.
I pull my shirt down and pad gingerly into the bedroom. My entire body hurts. I just need sleep. But my brain doesn’t stop spinning, even when I’m unconscious.
I dream of the last time I saw my parents.
I dream of Casey looming over me, a figure so large he blocks out the sun.
I dream of demons hanging off my back
