It has taken me a long time to learn how to avoid putting up with abusive people in my life. I am happy. I have work I like and am paid to do. I have wonderful children. I have many loving friends. I am learning at 50 what I should have had the privilege to learn about love much younger in life.
Then a gut punch from the past. As hateful and vindictive a gut punch as could ever be thrown to hurt me. Made me feel the sadness and fear in which I lived much of my life until five years ago for a day or so.
I am not sad now. I am not afraid.
I am mad.
I remember hearing Thomas Wynn sing this song several times this summer. Once with a female friend who has had similar experiences. She and I sang this song so loudly and so emphatically along with Thomas Wynn that it made my boyfriend somewhat worried.
So to that person in the past attempting to raise that fear from the dead.
You can't hurt me.
I won't let you.
Valentine a week late for the threat from the dead these five years.
These are your deficiencies.
Call it your tribunal.
Insulted me and used put downs.
Called me names
Attempted to make me feel crazy
Humiliated me with words or gestures
Attempted to make me feel guilty
Verbally raged at me.