I was in the tub. I'd drawn a bath after a long day without him, and then an evening with him.
An evening where we'd exchanged words, which were mostly his. Mixed words, harsh words, demanding and controlling words. Words by which I wouldn't abide.
As I laid in the tub, I prayed a prayer of despair. A prayer from which I wished to escape his harsh demands and controlling words.
Then my prayer was answered, as I walked away, freshly bathed and delivered.
Free from a man who wouldn't control me nor truly love me.
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