Dennis stormed to his
room. She’d done it again. A minor infraction was twisted into something
akin to murder. Repeatedly badgered with
accusations, Dennis tried to calmly explain his point. No matter, his mother continued her
assault. Why didn’t he do the dishes
sooner? Why wasn’t he more attentive to
his chores? A mixture of exasperation
and embarrassment filled him. He knew
his responsibilities. Still, he was lazy
for a few hours and now was paying the price.
Anger simmered beneath the
surface. It was an omnipresent fixture
and Trudy knew no other way. In her mind
she simply expressed what she felt.
There was no bottling up her feelings only for them to erupt after years
of pain. That was madness. When something made her angry, she believed it
should be let out. However, it was like
an oxidizer being dumped into her soul and flames instantly burned through
causing lava, ash and darkness to spew out. All those nearby were wrapped up in the suffocating
atmosphere as it drained life from them.
As quickly as the firestorm built and exploded, it was over and she was
content once again.
Meanwhile, those caught in
the barrage numbly stumbled about feeling their way forward. They knew TNT was in vast supply and danger
always lurked. Consequently, her family
knew how to maintain their behavior and language to assuage Trudy’s
demons. She was blinded to the fact each
detonation widened the chasm between Trudy and her children. Dennis, her oldest, longed for college. Once he walked out the door, he didn’t want
to return.
Being a mother, Trudy was
in tune to the growing distance from her children but never fathomed the
reason. Dennis once even asked his
mother to not be so angry. This promptly
burned another flashpoint. From that
point forward, Dennis knew not to waste time reasoning with his mother. Her anger rose too easily. He would simply bide his time until his
release.
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