new day

My uncle used to beat the hell out of me if I defied him.  I was a small fifteen year old girl and he was a big 50 year old man and he would leave 30 knots on my head for hating him.  He also threatened to ram a pvc pipe up my vagina for whatever reason.  When my boss exhibits control-freak attributes I inevitably end up crying in the bathroom having been reminded of the hell I lived through as a child.  Tomorrow I go back there, to my job.  It should be different this time around because last week I called her bluff and and watched her crumble.  She is a weak, pathetic thing that I should pity.  I am the strong one.