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It takes half an hour sometimes more to wake you up in the mornings.

I try gentle words, loud words, gentle stroking of your arm.

I get fed up I shouted for you to wake up, I let you sleep longer because im frustrated.

I bop a pillow on your foot today because I have had enough of the same old routine that is trying to wake up a 32 year old man for work cos he cant get himself out of bed.

Hell breaks loose and you scream at me for an hour calling me stupid, *****, dumb, telling me I dont think, that I dont have any brain cells, that I cause you stress everyday and am going to put you in hospital cos of it. Call me a child scream at me to grow up over and over.

Over a pillow bop.

Why do I stay? I honestly dont know anymore. You say im a child but your explosion indicates the only child here is the grown man who cant wake himself up then verbally abuses his wife when she tries just because she bopped your foot with a pillow.

You are a narcissist who loves to make me cower and feel small at every opportunity. Just to make you feel big so that your voice is the only one heard.

There's nothing I say in those moments that doesn't result in an insult, an attack. So I stay silent, but even that is wrong and so you intimidate and you force answers out of me. You deem them wrong no matter what I say.
Rachel megahey
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Rachel megahey  35/F/UK
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