PUNISHMENT
Yes, my love, I am the guilty one
I made you lose your cool
I came home late or
smiled at another man
Not your fault you got jealous
Of course I should have never talked back
Or failed to straighten up the house
Because I know those things make you mad
I know that you are sorry
The flowers are very nice
I believe you when you say
You would not go so far again
I would gladly take you back
As I have before
If only I could
But feel free to drop on by
And leave more roses on my grave.
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I don't understand!
Why a woman would stick with such a monster. Why, why, why don't they just up and leave. That's the hard part I don't understand about women even though I strive to emulate them every time I dress. I suppose there's this man thing stuck in my brain that screams 'Escape! Run! Hide! Don't let them kill you; don't let HIM kill you.
It's a powerful poem and it moved me but I want to know more about a woman's primordial need that persuades her to stick with a monster who abuses her to the ultimate end.
Why! Why! Why!
I can't get my head around that. When faced with the prospect of death I just ran and ran and ran!
XOXO.
Beverly.
Beverly Taff.
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A possible answer
Shamelessly ripped from the Randa's recent story:
Also, it's that it has been so long, they have forgotten what real life was like and how to function normally. It leaves much more than physical damage.
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Where you can fool around like you want to and most you get is some bemused good ribbing!