Punches, screams, bites and blood

by mysisterisajunkie

I started this blog as a safe space to vent

And I’ve stopped writing because it’s just the same

again and again and again

And it’s lies and violence and swearing

And then apologies and crying and niceness

And then abuse and punches and vitriol

And tears and sobs and “clean time”


This weekend she punched my father

Our father

Our 77-year-old dad in the face

He has a black eye and is too ashamed to see a doctor

She punched the walls until there was blood on the walls


And today I’m at work like, hey, I had a totally normal weekend.