Verbally Abusive

You called me verbally abusive after i called you the name of the unspoken. we continued down the isle of power tools, as each block of twenty seconds past i smack your hand off my butt, in sheer embarrassment. my face the color of your fire red beard as the father and daughter glance our way. i had come to the conclusion silence was the worse thing i could give you, the obvious sign of anger. as you pick up on it you try to lighten the mood by telling me lies and forcing anti-climatic stories of our future down my throat. exhausted by resistance i cave and allow three simple words to escape my tongue. the three words that changed everything. such an easy thing to say, such a difficult thing to take back.