It’s not the first time. 

But it was still a shock. 

Like it is everytime. 

Your angst. 

It starts with tears and a tantrum. 

I give you cuddles, help you manage. 

Because sweetie I ain’t gonna fix all your problems. 

Then it comes. 

The hit. 

And it comes back. The childhood. The marriage. The hit. 

And I stand up and walk away. 

You know. 

THIS. AIN’T. ON. 
And I think walking away, saying it’s not ok, is the best thing I can do. 

Before I hit you back. 

I walk away. 
/// 

You mamma? 

What do you do? 
Xx

K