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He walked past me, and I kept my hands covering my head unsure of what would come next. My beating heart battled for attention against the intense throbbing in my head. I couldn’t feel him near me anymore. Where did he go? The second-hand ticking on the wall clock slowed my rapid heartbeat as I focused on the rhythmic beat. No other sound but our breathing. He was still in the room.  \nI moved my hands from my head to the floor. Palms pressed into the carpet as I forced my upper body to move, my right eye cried out in pain as my eyelashes stirred. I noticed a ringing in my right ear and felt something warm tickle my earlobe. I reached my hand up to touch it and brought it back down under me as I continued to face the ground then opened my left eye, keeping my right eye closed for the moment. My breath pulled in, dark red blood on my finger, a wave of nausea rolled through my gut. Pushing passed the pain, I dared to open my right eye. A sea of blurriness sent tremors through my entire body.  \n“I can’t see out of my eye.” Panic in my voice met with silence.“My right eye, it’s not working.” My breathing erratic, panting, gasping for air.  \nA short blast of sadistic laughter filled the room. I waited for him to speak.  \n“I was going to kill you. You have no idea just how lucky you are. That damn bowl. I was going to pick that glass bowl up and smash it over your head. Had it in my grasp, but the fucking thing stuck to the table.”  \nThe laughter again.  \n“It would have killed you.”  \nMy blood was ice.  \nThat evening I was glad our daughter Laurie was at Kaylee’s house. Kaylee was a home school friend, both girls 10 years old and in the 4th grade. Don refused to allow his daughter to go to public school. He held a firm belief that public school would lead his little girl down a road to wrong friends, drugs, alcohol and getting pregnant.  \nI locked myself in the bathroom and cleaned my wounds in the bath, lingering as long as I dared. Glancing at Laurie’s empty bedroom as I headed to my room, everything within melonged to crawl into her bed, alone. I knew better. Although he might leave me be for the night, there was no telling the consequence I would face if I tried to hide. No, it was best to go to him now, go to sleep if I was lucky, tell him sorry if he would listen, seek forgiveness for what I had done to anger him. I slipped into bed careful not to disturb him. His breathing shallow, either asleep or feigning sleep. The sheet pulled tight up to my chin, I lay in the silence, my mind empty of thought. To say I slept would be a lie. In the morning, Don was calm. Like he’d been satiated. He even asked me how I’d slept while I scurried around the kitchen making him coffee. By the time I left for work, I almost wondered if last night had happened.  \nThroughout that day and in the days to come I wondered again, for the millionth time, how to keep Don happy. Last night’s fight had ensued after I’d glanced at the clock while he was lecturing me. I’d tried to do it discreetly, but he’d caught me. Some part of me had known he would see my glance as disrespect, but I’d been so tired, so incredibly tired. And to be honest, I  \nknew it had been disrespectful. God charged me with respecting my husband and I couldn’t figure out how to do it. It isn’t that I didn’t want to, it was just that Don made it hard. I struggled to be the submissive wife, the Proverbs 31 woman, God called me to be. I didn’t yet know the warped sense of submission I was living under. Between the sermons at the pulpit multiple times a week and my own daily bible study, my mind was full of God’s word. Inevitably Don’s voice of criticism rang the loudest when I got it wrong time and again. My desire to be a ‘woman whose children called her blessed’ and ‘whose husband praised her’ pushing me to stay and try harder. In dai","cbCaibxqnZwm8YRp","https://ap.wps.com/l/cbCaibxqnZwm8YRp","pdf",99553,"English","# Scared Enough to Leave\n## Immediate aftermath of an assault\n## Avoiding consequences and navigating control\n## Faith, submission, and daily coping\n## Tension at home and fear of escalation","[{\"question\":\"How does religion influence the narrator’s perspective during ongoing conflict?\",\"answer\":\"She believes she is charged with respecting her husband and tries to live as the Proverbs 31 wife through sermons, Bible study, and daily prayers. This framework shapes her desire to do everything “right” even as her submission is distorted by fear.\"}]","Scared Enough to Leave - Excerpt from Memoir | PDF",15]