And it just seems like plain nonsense…) Part XVIII
And it just seems like plain nonsense…)It's just beyond me…
Chapter 7: Deception.
Tenth-Ninth Session.- In the name of the Father of my children I would have died, I would have killed, I would have given every ounce of my tiny and fragile being to make him happy because I knew he was the light of my life, he everything to me … I trusted him completely.
In the name of the father of my children I went alone to the parents' meeting with my two children, as is quite typical in that troubled adolescent stage that we all go through. Unfortunately for their father and I, the children had turned out to be more like their mother than their father and conflict and senseless rebellion was their creed. Yes, being a mother isn't easy.
Believe me, mixed feelings are stronger and more frequent than a normal person could think. And they strike just when you have to endure the most horrible and complete madness.
Once again and as so often, my dear children, who both looked like their mother, had gotten into a fight.
They dropped their heads in shame when their tutor was telling me the naive and cruel way they had treated one of their classmates and how they suffered uncontrolled rage attacks that no one knew why they started.
As the family environment was ideal and that, as far as I knew, my children didn't consume drugs or alcohol, I thought it was just the silly stage they were at. I grabbed my two spotty teenagers by the ear and went home, shouting and cursing at my two children.
That's when we saw the house lights were on. It was strange, considering that my husband was in a meeting with his boss and some coworkers. The kids opened the front door suspiciously and, ignoring my telling them to wait until the police arrived, they took two golf clubs from the hall and went to search for the intruder. Freezing to death and quite afraid, I waited on the drive while I called the police again and again.
My six feet tall and tough boys had disappeared into the dark corridors of our home.
When I was about to cross the threshold I heard cries of rage and someone begging for mercy. I ran through the dark corridors in a hurry, imploring the two hormonal teenagers to leave the intruder alone… to wait for the police … and when I opened the bedroom door my heart and my mind were both broke at once,
In the name of the father, my children went in.
In the name of their mother, they beat up their naked father.
And in the name of the family, his lover was beaten to death.
And me… I was just a crippled body with a torn soul. I stood at the doorway until the police arrived. And while handcuffed my two young children, I was paralyzed, in a dream, I watched how that man died and with him my family, my dreams and me.