Oct 29, 2021
Itās not my fault
The phone rings, thereās loud voices, they want it now. We scurry, hurried by his actions. Stop to check the operations, but met with anger over discussions of a struggling operation.
We arrive, his duty to get the paperwork. Enlists me. Wanted to wait in vehicle so that we could purchase bread afterwards.
Agitated. We argue. I express Everytime I have something major in my life he takes the opportunity to drown me. Lazy, on the couch on the phone.
Says Iām slow. Says Iām bossy, says I couldnāt help. Twists the narrative. Left me hurt.
Want him out. Agree for him to leave. He is gone. We can breathe. We miss the company.
Pain.
Itās not the same.
