The Malisons of Men
Ok, we’re meeting in 40 minutes. I start to wash dishes to stay calm. Washing the dishes and worrying. Would he kill me? He wouldn’t. Or, maybe just our child, or himself? I’m spinning out. It will be fine. But, it’s good to be ready. Statistically he *is* the most likely to harm us. Of course, we have already harmed each other. The hot water is almost burning my hands. If he did try to kill us, how would he do it? He wouldn’t shoot us. I pick up a knife and run the sponge over the blade. Would he stab me? I'm being crazy. Would he throw acid on me, or gasoline? Of course not. We already know he’d strike me. Try to damage me. He has always aimed to take me down. His boot on my neck. His hand on my head while I’m drowning. This is the most dangerous time. The time when we try to get away. And I’m taking everything, the kid, the cat, the nice rugs. His chance to be a dad and partner and have his family. But he hasn’t made a stake to these claims in 7 years. My lawyers tell me not t
