Some cautions we all can take against domestic violence is understanding consent and learning the signs of abuse even from a young age – this is so we can better acknowledge and recognise it, and help others whom might be in such a situation.

About two women a week dies from domestic violence in England and Wales, this rate has remained rather steady for over a decade. yet still, the question most frequently asked is "why are two women a week killed?" insted of "why do two men a week kill their parter?" which shows that a lot of people still blame women - even subconsiously - for being abused.
https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-23876948 : (2013)

Dear diary,

This is probably the last time you will ever hear from me. And before you get all sad, its not that bad, really, I will be fine. Nevertheless, at this point you are probably wondering “Atlas, whatever could have made you come to such a conclusion?” well, her.

I walk by their window every day, wishing it was me kissing her, loving her, touching her. I imagine what it must be like, waking up to those beautiful eyes looking straight to your soul. Stroking her soft auburn hair while she embraces you. They live straight across the street from my restaurant, Bib’s. There is this huge window in their living room which invites you to look straight into their lives. Now before you judge me, I did hesitate at first and went for weeks trying nothing but to ignore the window. This was until a couple of months ago where I felt as though I had to. What if Ryle was abusing her? Sure, he had “quit” and “become a better person”, but anyone can say that. Right? So, I peeked.

It turned into my daily routine. Every day I see them getting happier, more compassionate and falling deeper and deeper in love. What they don’t know is that every day I get one step closer. I have not felt this way since high school – I had hoped I would never have to feel this way again, but here we are. What makes it worse this time is that it is MY fault. I let her go. I did not fight hard enough. I did not want to destroy their family. And I mean, how could I? even though, yes, I would probably - no – definitely, make a much better father and husband, I just could not split up their family. 

I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving; I don’t know what I would have told them – or if I would be able to lie. If I had told them the truth they would have wanted to “help” me and take me to a hospital. But really, that’s not what I want. I went back to Maine yesterday; I could not get myself to go to the house, so I waited until today. All the memories flushing back at such a speed. I was looking back at when I almost ended it all and to be honest, I would not have missed out on much. I was alone then, I’m alone now. The only difference is back then I still had a hope that I would end up with her – she was my motivation, but now, she has left me with nothing. I am not too mad at her though, it’s not her fault she fell for Ryle, but she fell for me first. I was her first love, I know that. Now, how could she just give that up?

Lily, if you are to ever read this, know that I always loved you and don’t blame you, I am glad you are happy. Besides, this is where I am meant to be. This is home.