I was in a relationship with someone who perforated my ear drum and kicked my leg into a wall with steel toe boots.
I can remember saying the cruelest things to him when we would argue, and getting pleasure out of doing so. Usually when I did this, he would snap.
I liked the idea of being able to make him snap, even if it meant a beating. I also liked the power I had when he hated himself for doing it, and came back begging like a beaten dog.
He never had the right to lift a finger to me, he should have left me. But I never had the right to try to melt his brain, and to be honest with you I hold nothing against him because I played the game too.
Bully to you!!! You're my kinda lady. :-)