I got flowers today. It wasn’t my birthday or any other special day. We had our first argument last night. He said a lot of cruel hurtful things. I know he is sorry and didn’t mean the things he said, because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today. It wasn’t our anniversary or any other special day. Last night he threw me into a wall and started to choke me. It seemed like a nightmare. I couldn’t believe it was real. I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over. I know he must be sorry, because he sent me some beautiful flowers today.

I got flowers today, and it wasn’t Mother’s Day or any other special day. Last night he beat me again. It was much worse than all the other times. If I leave him, what will I do? How will I take care of my kids? What about money? My rent? My image at work? What would people say? I’m afraid of him and scared to leave. I know he must be sorry, because he sent me flowers today.

I got a dozen roses today. Today is no special day. I just caught him messing around with another woman. I yelled at him and he gave me a black eye.

I got flowers today. He must really love me. He sent me two dozen roses this time. Last night when I came home he was in the bathroom smoking that stuff again.

I got flowers today. Today is a very special day, it was the day of my funeral. I’m finally at rest. My little children are crying. God will You take care of them? Last night he finally killed me. He beat me to death and then shot himself. If only I had gathered enough courage and strength to leave him, I would not have gotten flowers today!