No, that does not work for me we already made plans.
He slowly steps in and closes my front door.
As our child goes to her room.
Here comes the ugly;
Face beat red;
Combative stance;
Open the door.
Voice raised, and deepened a few octaves;
Open the door!
Clenched jaw;
Open the door NOW!!
A tantrum in the making.
Rule number one of a narcissist, NEVER turn ugly in public.
A dime a dozen;
As Trump continues to grab pussies;
And little girls’ idolize;
I did not plan to feel FIGHT or FLIGHT this morning.
A deep breath to slow a pounding pulse;
And prepare for the predictable aftermath of a man not getting his way.
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