After throwing a heavy kitchen chair at the peak of my anger I gazed around in search of the two little boys who I faulted for tipping me over the edge. I found them hiding and trembling in fear in the bedroom closet. When I demanded they step out and face me they looked up in abject horror. That was what forced me to gain control, pull my precious sons close to me as the three of us cried in each other’s embrace. I now understood the fine line between those who hit their children and those who do not.
Fliss Zakaszewska
13/9/2018 08:08:40 pm
A brave and touching story, Laura. Thank you for writing about what I know most of us have gone close to, and mercifully, most of us step back from that brink. Comments are closed.
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