Dear ___,

I'm sure this is of no interest to you, but that is of little importance. You never asked for any explanation. You probably figured there was little significance behind my words and you just brushed it off as nothing.
It was January, nearly two years ago, only a day or two after the long drive back from Saltillo. I had told you about _____, how he broke me and crushed my self confidence, how he hit me. You just stared foward, grinding your teeth, anger coursing through you, choosing your words slowly. I told you that I was strong, that I would stay away, that I was no longer fooled by his lies.
He called. He said things were different, that he missed my beautiful face. Lies. He began to throw his lasso. Miss. More lies. Again, miss. Manipulating. Again, and again until he successfully roped me in. "Come over."
He huged me. He kissed me. Enticed me with words. We sat on the couch. Kissed, layed down. I said no. He said yes. No. I resisted. He was stronger. No. Bruises, tears, pleads. I stared into his eyes with pure hatred. He gave up. He got up. He walked away in defeat.
I walked to the door and refused to look behind me. I kept my head held high and my gaze set forward.
I got in my car and I pleaded with God. Send me a sign. Clear as day Father. A sign of strength. Strength from the manipulation, the lies. Freedom from him. Father send me ___. Send me ___.
I parked far. I kept my head down, my eyes shut. I trusted my feet, they know the path. Send me a sign. Clear as day. Send me ___. Over and over.
Almost home. And there you were. Concerned. Confused. My face was pale, my eyes wet. You took my hand, led me to the wall, pulled me to the ground. Your eyes searching mine. My hands in yours. You prayed to the Father, you prayed for me.
I have never known how to interprert that night. But I was freed from him. He no longer had me bound.