When I read and loved this poem a couple of weeks ago, I didn't realise it would turn out to be about me.
Tempered (Jo Bell)
I won't bore you with what happened on the first and second days. You can leave that to your imagination. But I made it through to the end of yesterday, bloody but unbowed, and thought, "You know what? Actually I don't give a fuck. He's been so mean for so long, that not having to try and please him all the time will be a great relief".
And I did what all women do after they've been dumped or duped. I went to London and got my hair done.
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