Today, I got hit.
He has been snapping at me. One minute he is nice another minute he's a monster. But at the end of the day, it is always my fault.
So today, he tried recording my 'meltdown'. It's always me.
So he hit me.
He twisted my already sore wrists, punched me on my butts. Kept hitting my back.
How can he love me if he hits me?
My wrists are hurting.
My behind is hurting.
My back and shoulders are in pain from him twisting my right arm and punching my right shoulder blades.
I have scrapes on my knees from him dragging me on the floor.
I must be insane.
I actually still demanded that he hold me.
I love him.
I'm going thru a difficult time.
Mum and dad in Singapore are hospitalized and I can do nothing. I can't even go home. And he's picking on me.
I want all these to end.
I pray every night.
I pray that GOD would take my life and end the sufferings of everyone around me.
My existence is a burden.
My baby sees me getting beaten up.
I am ashamed.