He's Always Right

He's Always Right

by: Serene Moonlight

I can never do anything right. Everything I say comes out wrong.

All of the things he says and does are always right. Nothing is wrong; he's always right, no matter what happens.

Even when he throws a punch at me, I feel as if it is always my fault and never his. Whenever he yells at me and calls me names, I always feel as if I brought it on myself, like I made him call me those horrible names.

I do everything for my husband except go to the lavatory. I cook his suppers, I iron his shirts, I wash his hair, I polish his shoes, and I will do almost anything for my husband that you could possibly think of. Even some of the most horrible things, that's how much I love him.

No matter how many times he hits me or screams at me for not doing something right or forgetting to do something, or when he says that he hates me and always will, I will always tell him that I love him and I always will. As long as I am alive I will always love him, no matter what he does to me.

If he kills me one day I will know why. It is because no one can love, or for that matter, ever will. It is because he can't stand to see my face any longer. If and when he does kill me, I will forgive him because I know that I am no good to anyone. And no good for anything.

I'm no good to anyone, says my husband. Maybe I should just kill myself. No, I can't do that. Who would take care of my son? Who would take care of my husband? No one else will ever be able to get used to his demands and lifestyle, as I am. NEVER!

We used to have love for each other, my husband and I. But his love for me died off after our marriage. It died when he beat me and I never retaliated against him. It died when he threatened to take our son and give him to his parents because I was sick and didn't do any house work.

He did these things, he said, because he loved me. At that time I was naïve and blinded by love. I always believed him, and now I realize that he was lying to me as he always had. The only thing I think he didn't lie about was that before we got married he loved me. Oh and, his son. He wanted him to grow up and be just like his daddy.

I am told now that we had to get married. His parents thought it a sin to have sex before marrying. I was pregnant for almost five months before they found out and forced him to propose to me. Little did I know that he wanted to marry me for all the wrong reasons, and that our lives, my life, would become what some people call "Hell on Earth."

Now I am stuck with this man, this horrible man who contains no love for our child, or me until the day I die. Maybe that day will be soon or maybe twenty years from now. But until that glorious day, the day that I die, I will continue to love and forgive him for all his cruelty that I bring upon myself.

"I'm sorry I make you angry, I'm so sorry! I just got so caught up in my other housework that I forgot to iron your shirts. I'm so sorry, I hope you can forgive me now."

"Shut up. Why don't you just go iron my shirts now so that I won't be any more late than I already am, you stupid bitch. And make sure that kid of yours stays in his room, he pissed me off and I grounded him for the night."

"Yes. I'll have your shirt ready for you in ten minutes, and I'll find you a tie to go with it, okay?"

"Fine, whatever. Just hurry up and finish so I can leave."

"I love you, Seamus. I always will, please remember that," she said before exiting the room to finish her husband's laundry.

"I don't care, Hannah! Go iron my shirt! Do you want food for that stupid brat of yours or not? I have to go this meeting so I can get my pay check, and if I'm late it will be all your fault!" he screamed at her before walking out of the room after her.