She peers out the window, onto the perfectly groomed yard. Watching her beautiful children play without a care in the world. She doesn’t let the tears run down her face, not now in this sunny fall day. She won’t let her children see her cry. She won’t let them see her sorrow for a life she never expected. It all started so great, how did it get to this point? How did she get into such a dark place and yet she’s happy watching her carefree kids run wild and love the chaos that is life? She wonders what her life would have been like had she been strong enough to accept the life she was born into instead of this one.
She hears the car door slam, she’s trained herself to the sound. She quickly turns to look over the house. Yes, its clean as always. The anxiety is still there, what if it wasn’t perfect, what would happen. She doesn’t want to know. She jumps up from the couch and heads to the kitchen to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
She can feel the anger and bitterness precede him into the house. Like oil slippery in the air befouling everything it touches.
She listens to the banging of his feet as they make their way up the stairs. She lets out a breath of relief as she realizes she has a few more minutes of a fragile peace.
She hears a crash and loud yelling from upstairs and at the same time the laughter from outside has stopped and the kids have disappeared from the windows view. She sees blurs run past the kitchen door and is glad the kids heard him too and too sanctuary in their bedroom, where she will find them after dinner playing on their game system and staying out of the way.
Despair and anger crashed down on her like a wave, this is not t...