She sat in front of me; the dejection in her eyes mixed with something else – confusion, bewilderment. She still didn’t know where she went wrong, how she went wrong. She tried to do everything right, the way he wanted it. She tried hard, a bit too hard perhaps.
She had been married for two years. It was when her husband’s assaults failed to induce a response from her that he realized there was something wrong with her. Ironic. No matter what he did to her, how he treated her, she always strived for his approval, accepting everything he gave with submission.