They call it domestic
But the concept is still foreign to me.
How does someone claim to love you then proceed to love you to death?
To the woman of whom the reporters described as “Henrico , East End, House a bloody crime scene, neighbors called police on a regular ” .
I shall mourn for you and your life cut short. I will not allow you to be victimized or blamed for the sins of an eager lover.
In my mind, you fought back but just were not strong enough. You were a warrior weary on the battle. Backed into a corner, you escaped your bruised soul and murdered body.
If his love is called domestic then your exit can be called an escape.
I regret not knowing you before the stories. I would have shared mine so we could have walked out together.