Another Monday Morning
You remain sat, knowing what's about to happen. It's happened so many times before. Wildly she beats and slaps at your head and face.
"You bastard! I HATE you! You bastard!"
The beating continues until she runs out of energy and drops to her knees sobbing. You reach out and stroke her hair telling her everything will be ok. It's always ok. No matter what she does you just accept it and move on. Broken, so broken, you excuse yourself and head for the bathroom to clean the blood from the scratches and cuts on your face and brow.
Once cleaned, you return to your lover and sit down beside her on the couch. You put an arm round her as she coldly smokes a cigarette and tell her you love her and always will.
"You make me do it you know. You make me. I can't help it. I need a strong man to make me feel like a woman. You make me do it. You deserve to be beaten for making me do it."
You agree and apologise.
"What can I do to help?" You ask simperingly. "Do you think we need counselling?"
She looks at you slyly "I'm not a crazy bitch, you're the one that's fucked up, you see a counsellor."
"You bastard! I HATE you! You bastard!"
The beating continues until she runs out of energy and drops to her knees sobbing. You reach out and stroke her hair telling her everything will be ok. It's always ok. No matter what she does you just accept it and move on. Broken, so broken, you excuse yourself and head for the bathroom to clean the blood from the scratches and cuts on your face and brow.
Once cleaned, you return to your lover and sit down beside her on the couch. You put an arm round her as she coldly smokes a cigarette and tell her you love her and always will.
"You make me do it you know. You make me. I can't help it. I need a strong man to make me feel like a woman. You make me do it. You deserve to be beaten for making me do it."
You agree and apologise.
"What can I do to help?" You ask simperingly. "Do you think we need counselling?"
She looks at you slyly "I'm not a crazy bitch, you're the one that's fucked up, you see a counsellor."