She refused to kiss him, she hated the way he joked around with her, he instead thought, she had no humor whatsoever, but she did not care. She punched him back in the face, when he laughed at her. That was her mistake, he punched back so bad that she fell, fell deeper and deeper and deeper, and thus although he did not even know her value…
When she woke up, she sat in a huge hole, it was dark and disgusting, and he looked down from above and shouted: “that is what you get for punching me, the most important person on the planet!” And he laughed like a person in a horror film, showing his white teeth. She puked, it was too much for her.
She hated him, him and his jokes, him and his metaphors, she knew he loved another woman, a woman that laughed also in her face that she had won and not her, and they hated each other utterly.
In her head formed a thought: she would leave him, although he always stated that he and only he would determine the day of the divorce, just to show her his dominance, oh how she hated him for that. He found her ugly, boring, uninteresting, and above all, he hated that she did not speak his language properly. The other one was intelligent, bright, beautiful and easy going inside, she was always smiling and happy, and she was thin, much thinner since she instead was fat, and he hated her for that too. He did not at all know about her value, it was not worth another thought, and yet she cried, because he had destroyed her belief in herself (which did not exist at all, not even before she had met him), he made her feel even uglier than she already was, and she felt no dignity in herself whatsoever, nothing was left of her. So, he did not know her at all.
She could not remember the wedding, not in a million years the recall would come back, that she knew, she had talks with a advicer, and this person told her to get out of there asap. But asap was a nice thought, only not possible to go through with that. Since he did not allow her to divorce him. She did not want the abuse any longer, nor did she want to seem friendly with him, he hated her so much and it hurt her so much in return.
Plus, the other one expected a baby of him, and she hated the thought of that so much. It almost killed her, she could not bare the simple thought of them together. Luckily, she had her own flat where she could be alone, and she was alone all the time, only when he showed up to ignore her, or show her his despise towards her, that was the moments when even this place got ugly.
She dreamed every day, every night. Of wonderful things to happen, but it was in vain. Of things to come that would never ever come. Of things he had promised and did not keep. Of things to own, of a dog, of a cat, of two cats, or even of having a horse (they can be real friends instead of humans, which are mostly devious and not nice at all)….
She dreamed of stepping into a plane and fly away from all this pain, this always coming-back pain, and never to hear from him again. But also that was in vain. Her situation was utterly horrible. And would probably always stay so horrible.
And anyway, she sat here now, in a deep hole alone, while it was dark and not was to know what kind of horrible horrifying creatures would be around her, or be around her soon.
She was so scared… She cried again. At least, he could not hear her here.