My punishment for telling or “talking back” to Mr. Hyde yesterday and telling him to “shut up” has been a full day of no contact communication (TYPICAL silent treatment) and starvation.
Month: August 2016
omg, tell me about it
BULLY, BULLY, BULLY you, until you give in. In the past he would bully me until I had sex with him even though he treated me like shit. Now I’m refusing to, and he’s increased his bullying by 1000%.
*LESS IS MORE*
*LESS IS MORE*
Less is more
than you think
Less is more
than good
enough
Less is more
than enough,
he tells me
My less is more
than you’ll ever recieve
The love that I give
is all that I can
And you would miss it
if you blinked
Don’t get angry
because I won’t love you
the way that you
want me to
Don’t get mad
because I won’t say it
Geez, what else are you
expecting me to do!?
I’ve never been
the affectionate type
And if you want more
you can just save it
My less is more
than you’ll ever have
I’ll replace “things”
with my love and just
trade it
I’ll convince you that
it’s good enough
And that it’s all you’ll
ever need
Ill keep you confused
and dazed about it
So you’ll have to
accept whatever’s
recieved
© she
May 2016
Edited Aug 29
Artist Whip-O-Will
*LIPSTICK*
*LIPSTICK*
Makeup looked good on me
but it wasn’t a necessity
I’m not saying that I’m unpretty
Its just that makeup isn’t as
important to me
But lipstick was
I’d never leave the house
without it on
I’d go bare faced and ugly
but lipstick made me feel strong
and impenetrable
“Here comes a woman with no
makeup on, but she’s still beautiful because the lipstick makes her strong”
Now I’m being weakened as the days
go by
As three shades of lipstick sit at the
bottom of my purse
Never worn and untouched
© she
August 28, 2016
Artwork by Lukas Frischknect
*Numb*
Today was my birthday. I begged myself last year not to expect anything this year, so I wouldn’t be hurt again today. But I was anyway. Why can’t I just be numb?
*FANTASY vs REALITY*
*FANTASY vs REALITY*
So, I had my session today. My every other week women’s abuse counseling session I attend (which he doesn’t realize that I go to because he doesn’t care enough to ask)
Anyway, I totally love her. She knows her stuff. It annoys me though when every time I walk through her office door she’ll ask, “So… did you do anything relaxing or fun since the last time we saw each other?” with a smile on her face. I look at her like, “Yeh, right!, I’m trapped in a prison all day, whatdoya expect?”
We start our session and of course I bitch about “him” and she listens.
I like that. She accesses what I need to say and then she comments.
Today she hands me this worksheet and we did it together and I thought I’d share it with ya’ll, because it made me see things in a different light. The worksheet is called Fantasy vs Reality
P.S. And for anyone who wants to tell me to think positive about my “reality” you need to think again about telling me that, because there’s nothing positive about living my life.
© she
August 26, 2016
Barely Two Words 