It was him yelling at me again over a HAIRBRUSH that finally pushed me to my breaking point. That was it. I was done. He had broken his promise to me over a dozen times at that point, that he swore he wouldn't do. (ie, yell at me again). A condition of marriage on my end was that he wouldn't raise his voice at me again. And of course? He did, and he broke that promise one too many times. The last time over a silly hairbrush was the tipping point for me, and I had had it. I don't deserve this, I kept thinking. I do not deserve this kind of marriage and it's not the marriage I want.

It's amazing how we can finally reach a decision once a breaking point is reached. And I reached mine.

And all I can think of since then is that is definitely not the last time he will yell at me, and this will never end. If he can lose it on me over a stupid freaking hairbrush, he'll do it again, and he'll keep doing it, unless I leave him.