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Fists for breakfast honey?
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Fists for breakfast honey? |
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Slashed soul Member
since 2000-03-29
Posts 86England |
The fuse has been lit, the powder is dry, thats how I feel when he makes you cry, there not fists of love, there not punches of lust, there not the drunken passions of trust. A bruise on your face, a push to the floor, I cant stand back, and take this no more. You never fight him back, I question you why, he,s stronger than me, is what you reply. Your children hide in their rooms, time for husband to come home, they listen and scream, as they hear you moan, never in pleasure, always in pain, I'll give you sunshine, he gives you rain. Too small to stop dad, to weak to help mum, the memories of beatings have just begun. The day you leave him, is the day that I cry, your heart will soar like doves in the sky. No more fists for breakfast, or punches for tea, just kind tender love, that comes from inside me. -Rich- |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
No one should have to live in those conditions. It is a nightmare that most likely will not improve. I'd advise anyone living like that to get out....before it is too late. Starting over is not the worst thing in the world, living terrorized every day is...and time is needed after coming out of this nightmare to adjust. I'd caution anyone from jumping right into another relationship immediately. Time is needed for healing, especially for the children. Denise |
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bobbycat Member
since 2000-02-06
Posts 233USA |
Powerful words on a painful subject. While the issue is sad, you have done a great job writing about it. Thanks for sharing with us. Christina =^..^= |
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