går de andre på tur i kulda.
He tells me what I spend my day doing.
He makes me cancel on friends, and cancel appointments.
He decides whether I can read a book, or listen to music.
He gives me false hope; lets me think that I can achieve
an unprecedented step forward, then pulls me back down to his level.
He tells me what I can eat and drink.
He's indecisive, sometimes he lets me do something then changes his mind midway.
He plays tricks on me, and punishes me when I read his mood incorrectly.
He makes me feel sick in the same day that he let me be happy.
He makes me feel weak when inside I know I'm strong.
He controls how long I sleep, or if I'm allowed to sleep at all.
He makes me feel pain for no reason.
He makes me afraid of what will happen if I defy him.
He knows I dream of leaving him, and reminds me that I'm foolish for doing so.
by Rachel Miles
1 comments:
Du har så små barn du ja. Det har vert så fint ute, men fryktelig kaldt..De har kledd seg godt da:) Blir ikke noe utom døra her, det er isåfall til bildøra;)
Føler meg heldig som hadde såpass store barn da jeg ble syk, ynste var 10-11år. Kan tenke meg det er veldig tøft med små barn da. Håper du får god hjelp med de og alt ellers.
Godt nytt år til deg og lykke til i et nytt år med blogginga;):)
Legg inn en kommentar