Battered & Broken: Our Love Story

I always knew who you were, you weren't shy about your accomplishments and I found it refreshing to see a man who looked to no one for permission to be exactly who he was. Your charisma was magnetic, ambition in spades and confidence that could not be ignored; I know, because I tried. Our first real encounter was for a short while, a bit of an experiment and if truth be told, I didn't think it went well so I found another. I can admit that the other relationship was also a disappointment; different from our first run but not a good fit nonetheless. I guess this is why I went back to you. Your jealously was endearing, it made you try harder, give more and ultimately win me over. I had many friends and family tell me that it was a toxic relationship, that you were playing with my emotions but I was drunk on your vision for our life. Beside you, I was invincible and you convinced me that it was 'us' against the world. I agreed to marry you because it just felt right. Everyone and their opinions be damned, they didn't understand and maybe with time they would see the bigger picture. I guess this is the part where I admit that I was wrong but to say these words would mean admitting failure. When you started calling me names, I knew it was probably because I deserved it; I was being insubordinate and you needed to get me in line. When you started physically hurting me it was because I had hurt you, I made you feel less of a man, less of a leader which is exactly what you are. I guess I thought it couldn't get any worse but then I wasn't enough anymore, you wanted to take on another, promise yourself to another home and yet run ours. That's when I tried to leave but that proved fruitless because I forgot that you control all authority around me; you made it impossible to walk away. Now all I can do is silently wait for some outside force to see how beaten and battered I am and pray for an intervention. Speaking of praying, what happened to being a good Christian? Another quality I admired. Out of absolute terror, I write these thoughts not knowing what you will do when or if you find this. I just want to scream because all the good times we once had are now fully shadowed by the fear and manipulation that I feel. The end of this story has yet to be written and I am not giving up, while there is still breath in my lungs - I will fight.

P.S. In case it wasn't clear... 'I' refers to the American people and 'you' refers to the 47th president of the United States.

P.S.S. I am not an American citizen, I do not have a say in American politics and I (like so many others around the world) are watching one of the greatest countries of all time fall apart. Sharing my opinion and this analogy helps me reconcile the events and the good people I know and love that are living through this current time in history. Just like my opinion is mine, those who read my blog will have their thoughts and opinions, all I can hope for is mutual respect.