Men need to stop acting surprised when the women who loved them, to her own detriment, finally crack…

With her rage and suffering spilling forth towards its true owner, Him.

She is not the problem.

She is the single flame fighting to stay lit despite storm winds and rain working to extinguish her spark time and again.

Echoes of his dreadful presence haunt her mind, her doorways, a cracking toe upon the stair.

He is there…but not there. He is a bogeyman, hiding around the corner despite her now living alone.

She is drowning as his inaction and blame holds her down down drown, below the surface as she tries so desperately to break through and breathe free.

She can only stare at the yellow wallpaper plastered behind him, as he tells her again that it’s all her fault.