Push Me Over and Epiphany

She stood at his doorstep, a million conflicting thoughts running through her mind.
[He screamed. She cried. He walked out. She cried. Even the fresh bruises after his every visit didn't stop her from taking him back. Every single time. ]
As she glanced down at his doormat, she realized that she was looking at herself.

As she glanced down at his doormat, she realized that she was looking at herself. He stood in the doorway, staring in confusion. She was giggling to herself. [She hadn't smiled in two years. He had made sure of it.] She kissed him on the cheek, spun around and walked away.

"Thanks, it's been fun."