He was meant to help

I was led to believe it

but he threw his hands in the air,

blusteringly, without hearing me

and said something like:

well there’s no point us going further.

His voice was raised….

I was in shock…..

I thought he was there to support

not destroy….

he refused to listen to my story….

He assumed….

I had to raise my voice too to say:

my health may not allow me to work sixteen hours…..

…..Temporarily broken.