I'm a Woman in an Apartment at Night

Nathan would sometimes chalk this up to me being nervous as a woman alone in an apartment at night. As time progressed in that apartment we both constantly were irritable and tired. I'd spend my nights huddled on the end of the couch furthest from the hallway tucked in a blanket under the lamp. When he worked overnight his job was close enough to our apartment that he'd come home for lunch almost every night. The door is opening and closing and cabinets creaking and then moment I was so absolutely sure we were being robbed and I began to cry. To save myself, I grabbed a knife that I kept under my pillow. My instinct in those moments was to fight and deal with