You said it had been a hard day at work, with your idiot coworkers and late deliveries at the loading dock.
You said I should be grateful you were working, looking after our family while I wasted money on things only I wanted.
You said I was lucky that you would even look at me, and you pushed, and punched, and kicked me down the hall.
You said I better pretend to enjoy it because you’d had enough backtalk from the bitches who’d slept their way into manager jobs.
And when you finished, you said you were sorry, and you said it would never happen again…or again…or again…or again.