He makes his presence known the minute he walks through the front door having come from the local where he goes each night to talk shit with his mates.
Then makes a beeline for you on the couch and throws a range of insults before he sits close – amorous and mean, relentless.
I start pleading with you to do something, tell him to stop because I no longer see your silence as a virtue, and he smirks and says nothing.
Then when he leaves the room you say come on we’re going for a drive and we do, we go for a drive but that’s the only time I ever saw you stand up to him.
You ask so little of him
and all you do is give,
yet he gives so little in return
and treats you bad.
Perhaps you should ask for more,
but how can you do that
when you expect so little.