One Of Many Events

Unlike other relationships she never once told me she would change or that she's gonna go to a therapist she never once promised me more.

I knew I had to fight or I'm dead. I held her hands trying to get hold of the knife and she yelled
"Bitch you wanna fight me?"
"Do you wanna die tonight?"
"I will kill you".
She pressed the knife on my throat I gave up...

This is my diary entry. I come here everytime I feel sad or if I just need to write about something going on in my relationship. It makes me feel better.