At 54, I moved in with Laurent that I had known for only a few months in order not to disturb my daughter Camille, but very quickly, a horror happened to me, which I deeply regretted

When fear replaces serenity

One day, a banal discussion degenerates. An object is thrown against a wall. The apology then arrives, accompanied by promises and fatigue invoked to justify himself.

She wants to believe it.

But something has changed.

It is not a question of isolated gestures, but of atmosphere. of permanent tension. She walks more slowly, speaks less, chooses her words carefully. She tries to ease the situation. The more it fades, the more the reproaches increase.

The click occurs for an almost derisory reason: a defective electrical outlet. A simple suggestion triggers disproportionate anger.

And there, everything becomes clear: what she experiences is akin to psychological violence.