What it must be like...
Have you ever wondered what it must be like to live every day in a fight or flight. Trauma is a scar you can see in the brain it does not go far. It blackens your soul, so you keep others away, always expecting them to be the same way. One flag, two flags, and more. Everyone has flags that's all you see anymore. I'm too scared to talk or walk away, so continue as you are as you know no other way. Be perfect. You know it's you that caused the fight today. If you just smile, grin and bear, make sure you have everything prepared. Don't ask where he was or why the bills haven't been paid. You know he is stressed you made him this way. Wait, no, what did I do? I asked a question I'm allowed to. No, you're not you, silly girl he told this all before you make him angry because you're such a bisch, and a whore. Remember, no feelings stare at the floor. Don't breathe too loud or seem scared he blamed you for that be prepared. Don't ask him to do the dish