You are lucky I have learned to control my temper

Darling,
What a lucky man you are, my husband. Why? Well, other than I shop for, prepare, serve you and clean up after your meals, you are lucky that I have tempered my temper.
You see, 5 minutes ago, when you took it upon yourself to get hissing angry with me, attempting to confine me to a room, and I struggled to get by you, all the while never laying a hand on you, you decided to shove me and threaten me. Now, ordinarily, a man most likely will be stronger and faster than a woman (simple biological difference), but in this case, I am 12 years your junior. You are now a senior citizen, and age has diminished your strength and ability to catch me, at the very least.
I'm pretty sure you know, given my physical fitness, as well as the fact that I grew up in a very violent and dangerous city, if it really came down to it, I'd kick your fucking ass. However, I repeat, you are a lucky man. My days of street fighting and hurting others is behind me. It took a long time to condition myself not to react in like towards someone physically assaulting me. Even so, darling, it's best not to push it. I might revert back to my survivalist ways and how unlucky for you would that be? Very. You can truly be a motherfucker, and a mean son of a bitch (literally, given what a bitch your mother was). The action you took toward me tonight will not happen again. It would kill me to have to hurt you, but, although this one was a freebie, there will be no more. This is not a threat, it is a fucking promise. Don't push that luck.

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Kristy Home November 13, 2024 at 9:15 pm 2 0