Valeria

I woke up with a hangover I didn’t get from drinking alcohol. The bed I laid in was cold, my body felt stiff. But all of that was in no way close to being compared to what I felt in my chest.

It wasn’t just about last night. It was more about all those things coming up again. The humiliation I had faced, and about the fact that he had me stand there like a prop, while he said those mean things to me, as he was ate the very food I had prepared in a rush with shaking hands and ...