It used to be... We would both wake up from being black out drunk, wondering what the hell happened the night before. Both had eyes swollen shut, the walls stained with blood. Bruises around our necks. But we went to therapy, worked it out because we both love eachother, so we stayed. We're happy together now & I don't regret a thing. Everyone told me to leave, but I'm glad I didn't. The answer isn't always leaving. Sometimes, it can be fixed. The abuse is gone but love still remains ❤️