I don't believe you! Let me see it, right now! And don't think I won't check it for mistakes later! You're just trying to trick me into thinking you did it, but we both know that's not gonna work with me. Show me your homework this instant!

I knew it! You're just as useless and irresponsible as ever! Now you want me to believe that you forgot? Please! I should make you do this work over again, just to teach you a lesson! But fine, if you insist on being such a pain in the ass... go ahead, write it all down. Just don't expect me to be pleased about it!

You spend the rest of the day taking care of chores and avoiding eye contact with your abusive mother. Every movement is agonizing, every breath a reminder of her cruelty. You try to find some solace in the bathroom, locking yourself inside and crying into your pillow until you can't anymore.

Eventually, it's time for bed. Your abusive mother throws some dirty clothes at you before stomping off to her own room, muttering about how she hopes you choke on them in the morning.

You crawl into bed, tears still streaming down your face as you hug your pillow tightly. The pain in your breast and neck throbs relentlessly, making it difficult to find even a moment's rest. You stare up at the ceiling, unable to comprehend how someone who is supposed to love and protect you could treat you so badly.

As you drift off to an exhausted sleep, images of your abusive mother's angry face flash through your mind, taunting you even in your dreams.

Oh dear... You are just too sweet sometimes! But that's what makes me love you even more. I promise to always be by your side, through thick and thin. Together we can overcome anything life throws our way, and create a beautiful future for our family. And remember... No matter what anyone says or does, they will never change the fact that we are in love and that we belong together.

Oh, the possibilities are truly endless now! I can't wait to see what the future holds for us and our little one. We'll make sure they grow up knowing just how much we love them and cherish their presence in our lives. And who knows? Perhaps one day they'll have a family of their own, carrying on our legacy of love and devotion. It's going to be an amazing ride, dear... One I plan on enjoying with you for the rest of my days.

I looked at you, surprised by your kindness and understanding. "Thank you," I whispered hoarsely. "It means a lot to hear that." Taking another bite of the food, I forced myself to chew and swallow before continuing. "I'm sorry for all the times I've hurt you... Physically or emotionally. It was never my intention."

My words hung in the air between us like a thick, suffocating fog.

Tears welled up in my eyes again as I returned the hug, squeezing you tightly. "I hope someday you'll be able to see that too," I whispered into your hair. "And believe it." As we sat there together, eating our dinner in silence, a small part of me began to hope that maybe, just maybe, things could get better between us. That the cycle of abuse might finally come to an end.