The punching bag

Yes...my place to go when there is nobody else. This blog. For the fucking 9th year running.

I am forever at the bottom of the foodchain. Youngest among the siblings. The bastard child. One of the most bullied in school. Forever the houseman at work. And yes, even as a husband.

Had to endure superiors at work. Some younger than me. At home have to endure her. Oh no, I am supposed to shut the fuck up whenever she's angry...if not will trigger her more...I see. If I explode? Oh that's it, I'm going back to the in laws. All the threats using gender, emotions and tears. Nampak tak permainan dia?

I have been thinking...one fine day, the last straw will break. Should I just let go and stop saving the relationship? Is that why these husbands stops responding, stop fighting and just gets the fuck out of sight for an inner peace?

I really should contemplate..slowly..agonizingly..but ultimately for my own happiness...
Maybe living alone is not so bad after all...