As I opened my eyes on Friday morning, I looked at the man beside me. He was still sleeping peacefully, and I began to wonder how lucky I truly was to have someone who cared for me so deeply to put his life and needs on hold for a brief time because I needed someone- because I was scared. I was still trying to convince myself that he was only here because I had been threatened and the manly need to protect was still part of every man's DNA. It was like I was trying to convince myself that there was no other reason why he would be here each night to make it easier to go to bed in the coming nights now that he will no longer be here. I climbed out of bed and made my way to the shower with slumped shoulders to start my day.
I couldn't help this nagging feeling that something bad was go
