She loved him and unlike most men, he had no problem telling her he loved her too. She remembered he’d told her how much he loved her that night after she had slipped in the shower and ended up with a busted lip. He’d said he loved her after she fell down the stairs and broke her arm. He told her he loved her after she went to the emergency room from tripping over the loose rug and her head went through the bedroom window. She wondered just how much more of his love she would be able to survive.
Jerry Brotherton
Mostly fiction mixed with a little poetry and a smidgen of real life drama
Pointed and so poignant. I. Impressed Jerry.
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Thank you Roland
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Excellent – and insightful
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Thanks Derrick, I appreciate the comment.
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This is very, very good.
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Thanks Liz, I appreciate the kind words.
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If she loves herself she better escape as soon as possible! Great story!
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Thank you my friend, I appreciate the words of encouragement.
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Powerful commentary.
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Thanks for the comment my friend.
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I am hooked and love this series. So good and well written.
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I am so inspired by your comment. Thank you my friend.
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This makes me very happy Jerry but I am merely pointing out the obvious and it’s entirely my pleasure. Keep up the great work, you are a breath of fresh air.
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Thanks
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Most welcome 😉
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Powerful, important write! Thank you for sharing it!
I just posted some poems on my blog the other day about abuse.
(((HUGS)))
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Thank you for the comment. I read your post also…quite emotional and powerful work.
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Thank you, Jerry! 🙂
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😦
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Thanks
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