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puts on a happy face in every context that s/he thinks calls for it, never speaks loudly, never shows anger, never rustles anybody’s feathers until s/he gets home--- then like a branch snapping in a strong wind, out comes the lash at the significant other at home, who innocently might inquire as to how said day had gone, as to what had rubbed their other the wrong way, but it is too late---verbal abuse comes before physical abuse, but both are deadly, for words stay in the mind & tattoo the heart, whilst the fist bruises & just might kill---unhealthy is an understated way of describing this person.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Book: Shattered Sighs