We went to the bathroom
because I had friends over
and didn’t want to fight
in front of them.
He called me a stupid bitch.
I was used to that.
He blocked me from leaving.
I was used to that.
He pushed me back.
I was used to that.
My legs landed on the edge of the tub.
My head hit the hard, gray tile.
I sat there crying,
legs hanging in the air
like a discarded rag doll.
I wasn’t used to that,
but you never are
the first time.