tell me, I used to say to him whenever we were tense in the festering breaths of an argument- do I bleed like all of the others
he had strung himself with yarn through the lives of so many women that he hated- and on those days when anger cursed us, I'd flash it in his face until he erupted all over me.
he was the type that dealt with anger silently- I was the type that needed to physically feel it and hear it and breathe it, not just sense it.