Keep Your Excuses (Acrostic Sonnet)

You said that I provoked all that you did,
Or blamed your drinking, called it a "disease."
Under your spell, I did what I was bid;

A stupid slave, I served you on my knees.
Recalling how you hurt me makes me ill.
Each mem'ry makes me want to vomit more.

Just thinking of it makes me shudder still,
Unleashes something I'm not ready for.
Some days I think I've fin'lly broken free,
Then once again your face or voice breaks through.

Subjected to your torment endlessly,
It may take years to heal from "loving" you.
Coercion is the same as brutal force.
Keep your excuses; I'll take my divorce.