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You can’t heal with your abuser

A fictional poem about many people’s reality.

By Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 3 years ago 2 min read
You can’t heal with your abuser
Photo by Donovan Reeves on Unsplash

yeah, you’re a smart mouth, aren’t you,

You can’t even make a proper breakfast, I understand you have migraines and headaches but that’s on you to fix it

You know how much money I make??

At least I don’t spend it, squander it, lose it like it’s magical pixie dust.

“You got your head in the clouds, you don’t even understand how money is made, do you?

You just think money comes out of nowhere, out

Of

Thin

Air.

You made dinner but I’m going to order fast food, and

Guess what?

I’ll still blame you for all the

Spending.

You got a whore mouth.

You got a stupid, stuttering way of phrasing things—-

Here, I’ll tell you what to say on the phone next time so it’ll sound better. Don’t worry

I’ll help you.

I never cared about your writing,

I just wanted to keep you happy,

But I was thinking every time you mentioned your writing,

“Oh great! Here we go! Not again!”

Yelling, in my face:

“I’m so so SORRY that you felt like the abuse was coming back in that similar behavior—-I won’t

(Proceeds to describe a behavior completely different than what I explained in detail)

“What else can I do?”

I said it so many times,

Like

You don’t clean enough, you’re not even sweeping enough, you can’t keep up the bare minimum standards, you

Keep your

PTSD under control,

I’m serious, if you can’t keep your

PTSD episodes under control when you’re having a panic attack

I’m done with you, it stirs up my own trauma.

Hmmm

You got a Jezebel mouth, whore, slut

Stupid cunt, you dumb bitch.

I won’t call you names anymore

I won’t hit you

I won’t bruise you for no reason,

But I’ll still bruise

Your heart

I’ll still find ways to undercut your feelings and what you do,

And sweep it under the rug for months,

Until

It’s enough.

I’m done.

Here I am, sulking about the kitchen cleaning uselessly, cooking uselessly.

“Can’t you try a bit of feminine words and affection when we fight?”

As I embraced you for years under your tyranny and hatred, only getting more blows back than reciprocated embraces,

“Dumb

Whore

Jezebel

Mouth.”

slam poetry

About the Creator

Melissa Ingoldsby

My work:

Patheos,

The Job, The Space Between Us, Green,

The Unlikely Bounty, Straight Love, The Heart Factory, The Half Paper Moon, I am Bexley and Atonement by JMS Books

Silent Bites by Eukalypto

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