I Lie in the bath and look at the rapidly multiplying bruises on my legs. It's a mystery how they got there physically. But I can't help believing their the work of you. You have this habit of emotionally bruising me every chance you get. With each painful word, each shouting match, another bruise appears, making my soul weaker and weaker. The more you push, the more I pull away. You think you're helping to fix my damaged soul, but it's you who caused the damage.