Nov. 7- later
Dear Alex,
I can't breathe.
When Sean came home today he was raging, completely. He didn't even say why. He just started yelling at me, telling me that I'm worthless and ugly. I'm a bitch and a cow and a whore. He threw me against the wall and I collapsed onto the floor. Then he did something he's never done before- he fumbled with his belt buckle and slid it out of its belt loops, like a leather snake. His breathing was heavy and his jaw was clenched, as he stood there, holding it in his hand, glaring at me in the dying evening light. I kept my eyes on it, trembling and frozen.
Then suddenly, he said through gritted teeth, "you never learn," and he raised the belt above his head-
no. no no no no no
I can't write it. I love him I love him I love him I'm not good enough for him or anybody. I'm not good enough for you. That's why I'm leaving.
You left without me, now I'm leaving without you. I can't let myself trick you into thinking I'm worthy of you. I can't bare to be the dirty urchin that makes you bleed.
Please don't look for me. Go back, Alex. Live your life.
Find your true love. I'm not it.
Love,
Carrie
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