Mary Maloney had just pulled into the driveway from an eight-hour shift at the hospital, as a woman who is six months pregnant she is exhausted. The lounge was warm as the evening sun was hitting the ground. She walked down the hall and took off her work clothes then threw them into the washing machine. She continued to walk upstairs and take a nice hot shower. She got changed into comfy clothes because she was too tired to go out for dinner these days and just as she was heading back downstairs her husband pulled up to the driveway.
The time in which the two would normally pull into the driveway change every time, but they would both arrive roughly at six. As he arrived he slammed the car door At this time of day, she would always get a little bit anxious for normally her husband would have a couple of drinks before he got home even though he denied he did. They sat down on the same couch as each other and turned on the TV to watch the news she a glass of water in her hand and he had a beer in his when she turned to face him and ask him the same question she always would.
“How was your day at work?” and as usual she received the same response
“Fine.”
“You know what, I’m done!” Mary shouted straight into his face, “I try to make conversation, I make all our money and you just spend it on alcohol, I have tried over and over again to make this relationship work, but I can’t!”
She placed her glass of water on the edge of the couch and began to walk upstairs to grab a suitcase and throw her clothes into it when she was pulled down the stairs by her forearm, just as she was regaining balance she has slapped aggressively across the face and crumpled onto the ground. Through deep painful breaths, she was trying to understand what had just happened. ‘What have I done’ she thought to herself.
All she could hear was the smashing sound of glass and lamps and food getting spattered all over the kitchen she couldn’t risk trying to stop him as she knew she would end up a lot worse.
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