He slapped me. He kicked me. He ing played with me and I didn't even tell him to stop. 

I should take care of myself, I know that but I couldn't find myself defending myself for whatever he is accusing me of.

Maybe that was my role after all, a stress ball or a punching bag. But despite all of that hurting, I still love him. Yeah right.

And I felt him hugging me, saying sorry and that he said that he just lost his temper. And.. promises that he will never do it again. Happens every single time.

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I was with Momo that time and maybe I couldn't have bear with the pain with just myself, could have cried and not fight for myself, or just give him a middle finger if not for her.  She fought for me and kicked his for a very long time.

Thank you, Momo.