18 Megan
My backside is starting to feel numb, but I daren’t move. I can’t move. I’ve been sitting on the living room floor for over an hour, my knees pulled up tight to my chest, my face resting on them as I cry.
Every conceivable emotion has passed through me. There’s been regret — why did I ask him such a stupid question? Why didn’t I keep my powder dry? There’s anger — my husband has just assaulted me. There’s fear — what else is he capable of?
In all the years Chris and I have known each other, we’ve barely had an argument up until Evie was born. And now this. He isn’t the man I knew any more. The Chris I met, the Chris I married, would never have done anything like that in his wildest dreams. Even if he accidentally kicked my foot under the dining table he would be full of apologi
