Conditional love

Dirty whore, trifling bitch, you will never amount to anything. You ain't shit.  Resonate through my ears. Like loud thunder. I run for comfort. But it's NOONE there. I hide behind closed doors. Praying to God, that I don't get lashed. Black belt tattoo my skin with redness. Making beautiful colors of red, black and  blue bruising on my thighs. Puffy red eyes from hours of crying and begging for my life. Scalp sore from hair being pulled. Kicked ribs...Busted lips.n I can't keep up  with my beating. They are coming more frequent and harder. Labored love.   I was 9 years old.  30 years later.
Dirty ass bitch, trashy, miserable, trifling nasty whore disgusting bastard. My mother has been replaced.  My monikers for 30 years followed me into my most important relationship. My wife.