He hit me this morning….again!
It’s become almost a routine occurrence now, ever since he has started coming back stressed from work, and hitting the bottle every night, staying awake till the wee hours of the morning, trying to reduce his mental stress through this criminal stress on his body.
He was not always like this. When we first met, he was up and awake with a smile on his face every morning, wishing me a cheery good morning before he started getting ready. But then he got this promotion, and everything changed.
He is in a better position now, earning the big bucks, living the king-sized life. But the big bucks have come with a price, that of his mental peace, which is creating havoc not in just his life, but in OUR life! I am finding it increasingly difficult to handle his temper tantrums. But leaving him is not an option, I cannot go anywhere, there is no escape, for either of us. So he does what he does, and I do what I do!
It is the next morning now, and I try to wake him up at 0600 hours as usual. I whisper slowly, afraid to disturb him too suddenly trigger another fit of rage. But he does not respond. I speak louder, willing him to wake up, but there is no response. And then, since there is no alternative, I shout at him at the top of my voice, trying to force him to wake up with the sheer intensity of my voice.
And he finally wakes up with a start, and hits me on the top of my head…harder than he has ever hit me before. Then he picks me up bodily, not gently as he used to do in what now seems to be an earlier life, and throws me against the wall.
And as I find myself disintegrating, and various parts of my body pop out and disperse all over the floor, he shouts, “You stupid clock, why can’t you let me sleep in peace for one day in my life!”