An emotional punch bag is what I've become I can't believe I've let this happen to me I feel so glum.
I don't understand why she's doing this every time someone gets on her nerves it's to me she turns with an emotional burst .
Every time she gets a bee in her bonnet or the kids do something wrong , it's to me she turns and shouts it's a given its been happening so long.
Right on top of the time of the month every time guaranteed I'll receive a monster emotional punch.
I don't know why she's doing this to me I walk in the door with a smile she speaks and I want to leave.
All I can do is walk away and hope that it's better the next day but no its not, at the moment I'm no lover farther or even a partner an emotional punch bag is all that she's after.
If she really wasn't the love of my life I'd have ended it a long time ago probably have done myself with a knife.
May be love she has turned into hate it's probably what it is the thoughts not making me feel great.
If hate it is I am doomed to stay for her I truly cannot walk away.
The lonely poet
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N j stafford aka lonely poet aka bombhead82 (Pseudonym) (
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Sad emotive write.
Very very bad day
Been there. Good rant. Hugs brother.
I'm not feeling to good so I embrace your hugs thank you my friend
Here's another, and a pat on the back or two, and in your mail box a note asking, How are you." Sending positive thoughts.
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