Egg shells

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The last two years have been hell.  Egg shells and explosions. 

“Why do you look at me like that? Can’t you be happy? – You’re always frowning.”

I wasn’t frowning, I was shell shocked. Tripped, assaulted, broken. Every moment with him my thoughts were poised, wondering what would set him off, trying to anticipate and redirect.  I performed identity contortions based upon his breath, his stance, his gaze.  I became so intensely aware of the energy and power he emanated and tried to reduce my own accordingly. 

Tightening coils wound tighter and tighter until I felt suffocated. I felt destroyed by his kind of love. His kind of care. His kind of…

Hate.  HATE. HATE!

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