bruises

I left you last night. I drained the bank account, packed my car and took our daughter. The moment you threw that last punch, our entire marriage ended. You're never going to be able to lay a hand on me again. I hope on day you'll realize that every bruise you ever gave me, just gave me more evidence against you. The judge isn't going to like the pictures that I took everytime you got angry and decided to use me as a human punching bag. I got out to give our daughter a chance at a life she never could have gotten with you in the picture.