He Loves Me: A Dramatic Monologue

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I don’t believe he did it again, he knows how much I hate it. He came in drunk, he didn’t mean to, I’m sure of it.

He loves me really.

It’s the drink. It screws with his head, messes him up good and proper.

I just never thought he’d do it again. Not now.