Abusive Toleration

It used to be love that I was feeling for you. The feelings were strong and I thought they would last forever.
Until you raised a hand to me and struck me down. I never thought that YOU would ever do that to me.
You said you loved me too much to ever hurt me. Then you turn around and say that I was to blame.
That you’re sorry and you love me and won’t do it again. But you do, time after time for the smallest mistakes.
Constantly telling me how you wish that I was perfect. And that if I was, you would never have a reason to strike.
You just teared down my walls of confidence and self-respect. Until I have nothing left to protect myself from you.
So I begin to tolerate the verbal and physical abuse. Until I can’t really, truly recognize myself to me anymore.
What happened to me? How did I come to be this way? I never used to be the one who accepted abuse from anyone.
But now I am with you because; you know; I used to love you. The love I used to feel is nothing but a shadow of its former self.
I don’t really love you anymore; I only fear and loathe you now. You are now nothing more to me but wasted space.
Why, oh why Alice; why are you abusing me for? Why make me; the one you say you love; the victim of abuse?

T.C.C.Copyright 2006 Takiesha Calloway

Abusive Toleration

TalentedOne

Atlanta, United States

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This is about something that’s rarely talked about…..a man being abused by his woman. It IS out there and I’m just shining a little light on it.

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