We've been together for many years now, and it took me a couple to figure out that August was a bad month. It starts with his birthday (which he hates), then the anniversary of his dad's death, his dad's birthday, and then his parents' anniversary. The anger builds, the hatred is scattered towards everyone, and the coldness it overwhelming. Some years he erupts into a monster of vulgarity and darkness, other years he is brooding and silent until no one wants to talk to him.
One year he broke down and cried on my shoulder about the pain he was going through. I consoled him as best as I could, the next day he was cold again. His mom can't understand why he does this? "Oh maybe because every year you bring up the old memories and dismal thoughts, or you tell him that he's all you have left of his dad?" I want to scream and shake her to wake her up. "Why can't you see what you are doing to him?!"
I just pray that August goes by fast and he works too much to unload his anger, depression, hate, and sarcasm on my child and I .
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It's August again
Short StoryI make something wonderful, thinking in fairy tales he'll sweep me off my feet and kiss me. He arrives and I lay out my feast for him to admire. He scowls, then begins to question every aspect that I have given my heart to. I scream, he screams even...
