What Happened To Me?
This never would’ve happened when I was younger. I didn’t take crap from anybody. It didn’t matter how big or how many, I wasn’t backing down. Looking back on it, testosterone was probably replacing brain cells. If I had taken time to think about the situation, I could have avoided quite a few severe beatings.
It may have been the town where I grew up or my ex-Marine father, but for some reason, I wasn’t going to be bullied. That’s what makes it so much harder to accept now. I don’t remember when it started. If I had noticed, I may have done something to stop it. Too late now though, the momentum is too great to stop.
What bothers me most, is that I’m getting pushed around by somebody 7 inches shorter than me, not to mention my weight advantage. But, there’s nothing I can do. I don’t know why I even try to stand up for myself. She just ignores me and does whatever the hell she wants.
One night last week she came home and announced,
“I’m tired of coming home and looking at the same thing every day.”
