The quiet place
It's too loud at home, even though the baby is asleep.
I can't think.
The Aged Ps are in their room, but I can still feel their presence.
Lurking with voices soft and accusing.
It's too loud here.
My forehead is too tight.
MDH sweeps his thumb across my brow, in an attempt to smooth it over.
He silently hands me the car keys.
It's dark outside.
Open the car door.
Turn on the radio.
Drive.
Drive.
I can't think.
The Aged Ps are in their room, but I can still feel their presence.
Lurking with voices soft and accusing.
It's too loud here.
My forehead is too tight.
MDH sweeps his thumb across my brow, in an attempt to smooth it over.
He silently hands me the car keys.
It's dark outside.
Open the car door.
Turn on the radio.
Drive.
Drive.
posted by tscd at 11:29 am
5 Comments:
What happened? Is everything ok??
Sorry to hear. Parental nagging can be a poisonous thing. Hope you feel better soon.
Hamster: It's the same old story. We have probably overstayed our welcome. I just have to ride it out until we can move out.
weestories: :) Thanks. I think all parents are the same. I've been away from home for so long, coming back has been quite a shock.
It's usually much better after you move out. That's our experience as well. At least you don't have to put up with all the emotional baggage once you have your own place to stay - or at least have somewhere else to run away to...
I volunteer to babysit if you need :)
love.
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