It’s not the first time.
But it was still a shock.
Like it is everytime.
It starts with tears and a tantrum.
I give you cuddles, help you manage.
Because sweetie I ain’t gonna fix all your problems.
Then it comes.
And it comes back. The childhood. The marriage. The hit.
And I stand up and walk away.
THIS. AIN’T. ON.
And I think walking away, saying it’s not ok, is the best thing I can do.
Before I hit you back.
I walk away.
What do you do?