More broken pieces of stuff lying on the floor.. along with the shattered pieces of my heart and soul.
Why? Why is the answer towards me always violence? Why am I a target? Do I come across as a weak woman? Unable to defend herself? Do I ask for it? Is there a bloody neon sign post above my head saying "free target here"....
I'm so weary of this story... no matter how many boundaries I erect or how many times I say NO it still seems to me that I'm bulls eye when it comes to people in my life. The responsibility to do the right thing is consistently dumped on my shoulders. Yet no-one hears my voice. It's drowned out by their shouting, their raised hands and their utter contempt for my rights as a human being, let alone anything more than that.
How much more pushing can I take? How much more should I take? On days like today I could just leave. My presence seems to make little difference so whether here or gone it shouldn't matter.....