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It was the first time he raised his voice. 

The first time I heard the anger. 

First time I cowered. 

First time I felt helpless. 

First time I apologized for false accusations. 

It was the first time he told me to leave. 

The first time I begged him to stay. 

First time I professed my love. 

First time he said "I'm sorry." 

It was the first time I forgave him. 

It was the first time he lied.

It was the first time I saw the Rage! 

The first time I felt alone. 

It was the first time I heard that word in reference to me. (WHORE) 

It was the first time I was accused of unspeakablle behavior. 

First time I apologized for something I would never do. 

It was the first time I felt sorrow. 

It was the first time I considered not fighting back. 

It was the first time I saw my things strewn across a lawn. 

First time I had been pushed out a door. 

It was the first time I had been publically humiliated. 

It was the first time I hit my knees for him. 

First time I had begged to stay in the life I tried so hard to maintain. 

It was the first time I allowed him to control me.

The first time I tried to leave. 

First time he begged me to stay. 

First time I thought he loved me. 

It was the first time he told me I was worthless. 

The first time he made me regret my past. 

It was the first time I truely missed my family. 

First time I felt lost. 

First time I questioned everything. 

First time I wanted to fight for my soul.

It was the first time he yelled at me in front of others. 

First time he made me run home. 

First time he really let it go!!! 

First time I hid my face in public. 

First time I refused to speak to another person. 

It was the first time I felt guilt for being me. 

It was the first time I considered ending my life. 

It was the first time I let go of HOPE! (ever) 

It was the first time I closed my eyes shaking. 

The first time he had a knife while I slept. 

First time I realized he was considering killing me. 

It was the first time I had ever been in fear for my life. 

It was the first time I couldn't sleep. 

It was the first time I planned my escape. 

First time I begged God to just take him and end it all. 

It was the first time I packed. 

First time I walked out the door. 

First time I didn't look back. 

First time I actually left. 

First time I cried over it all openly. 

First time I let my dad in with the truth. 

It was the first time I remembered who the hell I was. 

First time I didn't regret. 

First time I saw my FIRE!!!! 

It was the first time I realized it was the LAST TIME I would ever be that woman. 

The LAST TIME I would allow that narcissistic SON OF A BITCH power over me. 

The LAST TIME I would ever cry like that over something that isn't real. 

It was the LAST TIME I WOULD FALL!!!!!!!