I remember the morning, when you told me what you did. I had just come home from a school trip. So much had happened over the weekend I was away.
Processing what you did was hard. Hearing that Daddy hit Mommy was hard to process. I felt like my family was falling apart.
It sure seemed like you were.
So I cried. My mind was in turmoil. And you begged me to understand. She hit you first, you were defending yourself.
I understood that. I still do. I cried still. You taught me to defend myself. If someone hit you, you hit back. No matter the gender. I forgave you.
But it didn't stop. The fighting, the threats.
You still argue with Mommy, though you never hit her again. You yell at us a lot. You threaten us, saying you're going to leave.
I just don't understand how you could beg for my forgiveness, and go right back to the old ways. I don't understand why you would threaten to leave us.
My siblings stomp at you when you threaten, I tiptoe.
Because I take you seriously, I walk on eggshells. When my siblings or mommy is yelling at you, I get them to calm down.
So when I hear you and mommy fighting, I cover my ears and hide. I pray to God that everything's going to be okay the next day. And they always are.
And I always pray to God, that you never make good on those threats.
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Little Infinities
Non-Fiction"No one told me, That love was something to be afraid of. Now look at me; Afraid to get my heart broken After one encounter With the angel-disguised sin. " c.w A collection of poems, dreams, thoughts and short stories.
