Julia Point Of View

 

 I get into my hot bath and drop into the water before allowing myself to be engulfed by the maelstrom of emotions I'm experiencing now. Bertrand has been my companion for six years, and I've never felt more broken inside. His remarks were as piercing as a knife slicing through my heart. It had never troubled me before, but now I can't stand it. I'm not sure why I didn't tell him to go to hell. Why am I unable to respond to his cruel words? Is it true that I'm so frail in front of him? Even though he never respects my views, it never affected me. I can't take it any longer; I recall the first time we met, and I should have recognized his bad habits. He's a jerk, yet he's attractive... Is my love for him still strong? I'm not sure anymore. Everyone around me doesn't understand why I'm still with him. I always respond to his love in an unconvincing manner, and I even doubt it. In my mind, our painful memories mingle. Feeling the coldness of my bath invade me, I leave the bathroom and, without looking for this man who is the source of all my problems, I go into my room and fall asleep, hoping for a better day tomorrow.

 

-         - Julia