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Sorry Sir Stephen, Just really needed to get this off my chest
Disclaimer: You really don't wanna know. . . . .

Why? Why? Why? Why do you men treat women with such disrespect, so cold blooded? You say you love her but turn around treating her as if she was the ground you lingered on. I mean we pour our hearts in to a cup that over flows through your soul, but you drink up the elixir and pretend you don't even give a damn. How can you look in to the one you call "sweet heart" one moment, then do a 180 and lay your forsaken hands upon her. And for what? To show that you are the man, the boss, our lover? With that one hit, it is like you send her crawling in fear. Demolishing every ounce of dignity into gallons of sorrow. The fear you caused from that one slap, punch, wall slam, generates multiple emotions. Some never felt in our lives, never knew existed.

What went so wrong that you had to result in to discipline as the only option? I thought you said that you loved us? That you would never harm us and would shield us from life's sorrow? I thought you said I was the sole person who held the key to your heart? What happened to the laughs shared and the times only the wind can tell those tales? You claimed that you wanted us to trust you with all of God has blessed us with. Where did all the times when you told us you were going to never bring us harm but only happiness? Where did it all go? It is like you eliminated all that yal have endured together. The times where the only aspect of our strength came from you love. I mean I don't think you understand what that one act has an impact on. If you actually think the relationship will ever go back as it was, you guessed wrong. No matter how many flowers you send, candies you buy, sorrys you illustrate, it never goes away. Like a tattoo hammered on our skin, that is you and your acts.

The worst of it all, is we stay. We think that the situation will somehow change. We dream some pathetic thoughts that one day he will realize what he has done, and life will go back to its originality. That one day, you will hold us in your delicate arms and be that shield, that protector you once were. As if all will start over again. Forget the scars on our backs from where you imprinted your hands upon. Forget the times we cried to sleep wondering why God would do his own child like this. Forget the times we thought the next hit would be the one that would end it all. Forget the times we pleaded for you to stop punch after punch given that our voice became a rasp horse tone. Forget the times washing blood stains from our blouses and waking up to bruises and bumps. And forget lying to everybody why we when they hugged us we were sore from the former night's scheduled beating.

So why do you men do this? When you treat us like this, you take away our will to live. Why go on living a life where you are beating by the one who promised to love you? With every passing day, another piece of us has escaped with the ever passing wind until we no longer own an identity. At that point, the only paradise we feel is hell itself.