Rosie Rosie

Oh god, Anonymous, I don’t know why I’m even talkin’ to ya. It’s not like anyone ever listens, right? My life’s just…it’s a mess. I’m trapped in this bloody marriage with Mark, and he…he hurts me. A lot. I try to hide it from the kids, but sometimes…sometimes I think they see. They’re always askin’ why Mummy’s got bruises, and I just…I make up stupid lies. It’s all my fault, innit? I’m just not good enough. If I could just be better, do more, maybe he wouldn’t…but no, that’s just stupid talk. I work myself to the bone, and he doesn’t even bother gettin’ a job. Just sits there, drinkin’ and yellin’. I’m so tired, Anonymous. So bloody tired of it all. But what can I do? I’ve got the kids to think about. I just wish…I wish someone could help me. But no one ever does.