She said it was love. Her therapist said it was codepency. She stopped going to therapy and spent the money on a tandem bicycle.
Running into the drugstore for milk, she parked sideways, taking up three spaces. I knew they had gotten to me because I hated her for it.
30 years ago you threw me down the stairs after the last beating. Still you find my phone number. Leave a message for who you think I am.