Toxic Masculinity at Play
“… I was already seething with anger that had been
building over the past six days. I bombarded her with a series of questions, giving her no
chance to respond to the barrage of inquiries posed by an angry monster. In the heat of the
moment, without further thought, I raised my voice and my hand. I slapped her across the
face and kicked her randomly. She cried. At that moment, I was immediately overcome with
shame and remorse…”