I think that might be the first time I've ever sworn out loud, at someone.
Normally those kinds of words feel so odd coming out of my mouth, but at that time, for the first time in my life, it felt natural.
What the heck is happening to me?
I know I've got it better than most,
and I appreciate all that I have in life,
but it seems like some things here aren't getting better like I hoped they would.
He doesn't yell at me as much as he used to,
but that doesn't make it any less terrifying when he does.
He doesn't hit me anymore,
but I still flinch when he approaches me.
Can I even call it abuse? He just gets a little too mad at me sometimes.
He doesn't undermine me, or call me worthless,
and I know he's doing what he does because he cares.
But when I don't do what he says and he calls it "defiant",
I know he doesn't understand me as well as I wish he would.
Then again, when I didn't have time to make a lunch,
because he was yelling me out the door,
the generosity of a friend let m