If you told me that I looked unhappy in my relationship, I'd say you were dead wrong. My boyfriend and I are happy. Our love is beautiful and clear to see.
When he looked at me for the first time, his eyes sparkled bright and glistening. His lips curved into the half-smile I began to love. In fact, fell in love with him that very second.
He's an angel, always finding ways to make me smile. Once I woke up to a large bouquet of flowers and breakfast in bed. He woke up before work just to make me food!
You should have seen his smile that day. It was etched into his face, melting away all walls I had constructed, leaving me reeling. In that moment I knew we were meant to be together. To put it simply, life is perfect.
The scars? Oh, just ignore them. Sometimes his anger gets the better of him. Happens to the best of us. No, I assure you, they don't hurt.
Sure, they do sting with pain every time someone touches me there. Yeah, I do have to hide them behind long sleeves, but it's no hassle. True, it does seem like some days he's worse.
Once, he came back from work and he was drunk. As in spitting-mad drunk. He hit me for the first time that night. One slap of his belt, twice he tried to choke me.
He snapped my wrist and blamed it on a stair fall. I was fine though. He's suffered a lot through his life. He just needs an outlet and sometimes that punching-bag is me.
If you told me that I looked unhappy in my relationship, I'd say you were dead wrong.
If you told me that I looked unhappy in my relationship, I'd say you were dead wrong. Because scars heal, don't they?
... Sorry if you were expecting something better/longer. My mind is temporarily switched off :D Abusive relationships are never justifiable. Remember this and thanks for reading.
That's Iqra... OUT.