I also think there's a few things I've gotta prove to myself: those sayings people spit: that daughters turn out like their mother, I gotta see it for myself.
May '20
You spent too many years as the front row spectator as she patiently took the shit your dad dished out,
all while thinking
"Oh god, oh god, I can't let myself become her. I know better."
You'd never imagine for yourself growing to be the perpetrator.
You'd never in a million years.
Never in your wildest dreams.
So caught up on not wanting to become the victim, you became the one dishing out the punches.
