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



made snide comments


gone quiet

looked at you in the wrong way

looked at your friend Terry in a different wrong way


walked out of the room when you were talking

criticised you in front of your friends


made a fuss about nothing


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)





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

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