I stand there in shock to your words.

The words you just said to me are too painful to even respond to.

They cut me deep in my heart.

I want to hit my knees, but I am afraid you will only come at me more if I show I am weakened by your words.

You don’t need to physically hit me at all, your words have done enough.

You talk to me as if you control me.

I thought we were passed all that.

I thought you loved me.

Yet here you are telling your nephew to keep me in line like you always do.

I work hard to provide for us.

I work hard to show you I love you.

But yet, you do this to me?!

Why?

I don’t deserve this.

You talk to this person and I get treated like you own me.

Like I am your call girl, slave girl, lil bitch that does as you instruct only!

What the hell?!

You seriously hurt me and I stand before you.

Your verbal knife in my heart.

My voice stuck in my throat.

My tears stuck behind my eyes.

And you sit there drunk before me, trying to be macho.

Trying to act as if you are the major pimp.

You don’t have to be that way with me.

Yet you are.

Your verbal knife has cut deep my lover.

And you just look away at my silence.

Do you realize what you said to me?

Do you realize how your verbal knife cut me?

In my mind, I collapse to my knees.

Denying, what you just said to me.

I am not your slave or lil bitch.

Will we end tonight at the blade of your Verbal Knife.