. . . manipulation – she waited
until I got all the way down stairs
to softly say
my name
to urge me once again
after I had declined the offered lovely veggies
saying I would cook them tomorrow if
they were still here
and she cannot take NO for an answer
it appears
cajoling me
back up the stairs with
questions as to why I do not want the asparagus NOW
with my couscous and egg sandwiches
“ I do not want to cook them now “
I replied and turned back down the stairs
but
she insisted I could microwave
the delightful green stalks
in lieu of my tried and true steam basket
“Umm I would not like to use microwaves any more than I do presently” I kindly stated
but this is not enough and now she has my curiousity
so I wrap asparagi(?) per instructions with wet paper toweling
80 seconds
exactly
feeling sad to be adulterating such fine greens in this way
and sick inside like i always do when
I am doing that which I do NOT really want to do
feigning gratitude for her gift
I escape to my quarters
leaving the lovely couple
my roommate and little princess control freak g.f.
with a knot in my gut
of the worst kind
half outta my mind
feeling sick and violated
as only one who has had penile entry without
permission
multiple times
can
and too many broken bones and bloody lips
from those who have no heart or
boundaries
and I ponder the many moments when I
was not heard
my will
over-ruled
and what this has done and continues to
show me
and I pray I see the day when
I stand my ground with polite “NO thank you”
and do not have to battle anyone’s attempt to
impose their wishes
upon me -
one who still
experiences this as
rape
all over again…
Domestic Violet
Semper Vi ~
Survivor . . . from the VORTEX