Bruised but not broken....
(This is different than my normal blogging...a bit darker...and a short story. A snapshot into what could happen if this ever happened. Hope you enjoy it.) She looks in the bathroom’s mirror and sees a stranger looking back at her. Less than 24 hours ago, the reflection would have seemed familiar, but the bruises on her arms make her unrecognizable in her own eyes. She instinctively reaches for the body lotion, a habit she picked up as middle-aged became a reality. As she rubs in the lotion, the lesser visible bruises are felt. Pain throbs up and down her arms as she completes her routine. Suddenly, the reality of the past 24-hours hits her and she turns toward the toilet and relieves herself of her light dinner. Once again she turns toward the mirror but this time to get a drink to wash out the acidic taste. Anger overwhelms her…the pain in the arms are now coupled with the exhaustion of vomiting up what little she was able to eat for the day. With the anger welling up inside ...