His demon part 1.

diary enty, domestic violence, journal, mental health

I never wrote about the man I loved, and still do. He had a gentle heart, a good heart, he made me laugh and smile. He was there when I needed to talk to someone, I loved putting a smile on his face tooo. But then he showed me his darkness, the trauma from his childhood and the trauma from the one he once loved had consumed a part of his mind. There were moments in his life on a day to day basis that would trigger him, he would show his inner demons to the one he claimed to have loved the most, me.

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