The last word

You said

(more than once)

it wasn’t your fault.

You said

it was the drink talking

it was your reptilian brain out of control

and it wouldn’t happen again.

You said

(on a regular basis)

it was actually my fault

and if I hadn’t

argued back

laughed

cried

made snide comments

shouted

gone quiet

looked at you in the wrong way

looked at your friend Terry in a different wrong way

cried

walked out of the room when you were talking

criticised you in front of your friends

flinched

made a fuss about nothing

cried

contradicted you

agreed with you even when it was obvious I didn’t

locked the bathroom door

crept about like a frightened little mouse

and cried for no reason 

none of it would have happened.

I said

(at last)

N0

MORE

FUCKING

EXCUSES

But I’m not convinced you were able to hear much by then.

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