Love is blind

So here we are again....lately I just can't seem to shake what has happened. He's done it again, too much drinking and too much yelling. The bruises on my body are a testament to the rage that he unleashed upon me. I feel trapped in this relationship, unable to leave because of some twisted sense of love that I can't seem to shake. As I lay in bed, trying to nurse my wounds, I couldn't help but think about what my life had become. I was once a strong, independent woman, but now, I was a shell of my former self, cowering in fear whenever he would raise his hands. I knew I had to leave, but the fear of the unknown was paralyzing.