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April 9, 2007

Jeff R.: Reaching Bottom

She called me a drunk and a bum and a liar, and I took it. It isn't as if she were wrong.

Then she started to pound on me with her fists. After that came open hands, drawing blood as her nails clawed my cheeks. We've had this fight a thousand times, I know how it goes. Eventually she tires, collapses in my arms. One of us apologizes, and we 'make up' with violent, hate-filled rutting. Our only passion these past five years.

Not tonight, though. Pushed too far, I did the cruelest thing I could.

I mentioned our son.

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Comments

Been there...

Done that...

Posted by: kipp at April 9, 2007 6:19 PM · Permalink

Uh...uhm...I mean..I meant..Uhum...Great Story.

Posted by: kipp at April 9, 2007 6:23 PM · Permalink