The abused

 

The one good thing about the worst of times is that, sometimes, you discover who really has your back.

Good people pop up with offers of all sorts of help from lawyer fees to places to stay.

People come out to stand behind you because they know who you are.

You are the person who helped them when it counted. 

You are the one who is never too busy.

You are the one calm voice amidst the turmoil.

And you are being falsely accused by an evil creature who will stoop as low as necessary if it accomplishes their aim.

You were the abused one, the one whose weight dropped down to almost nothing, the one who tiptoed through his own house for fear of the wrathful temper that waited behind closed doors, the one who homeschooled the child, did the grocery shopping, the cooking and cleaning while working a full time job and more to pay the bills.

And even in the midst of this abuse, you were the one who cared for and loved the abuser.

If there is any justice in this world, all the accusations against you will fly back in the face of the abuser and you will finally be free.