She remembers the times he rubbed it all in her face. Car payment, shopping sprees, fancy meals, his fancy place. Every argument led to one direction, “I’ve done so much for you; I’m the answer to your equation.” Repetitive words he said so often times, made her question decisions she made in her prime times. Guilt, insecurity, loneliness, and misery, She raced against life, trying to change her destiny. Maybe he was right; maybe she owed him a hundred. He picked her up, after all, when her days were thundered. Pounding her head with the hammer’s claws until the impact cut loose the gauze. Countless years with no elation were…