Someone I love so much was destroyed by someone I’ve never
been sure was worth tolerating. I
confess that when I was young I tried to love him, despite his anger so fierce
and feral, his selfishness so childish and blind. I watched her fall apart in my arms,
releasing sobs that racked the both of us, like his temper that shook walls when
he backed us into corners and screamed until his face turned pink and that ugly
vein in his forehead seemed ready to burst – often, I wished it would. That day, when my mother was destroyed by
someone she loved, I refused to ever love him again.
Wow. This is very powerful. I think that your honesty and vulnerability is breathtaking and your strength in sharing this very personal topic is amazing. I want to apologize that this happened to you or that you had to witness it, but I'm sure that you're not looking for sympathy. Very well-written, very striking.
ReplyDeleteThis is just me, but I love the word "feral" when it is used to describe one anger and irrationality. It packs so much punch for me when I read that. I also enjoyed the awareness of the speaker in wanting the man to die. To admit the death of someone is powerful, and I think you do a great job of connection it to his anger in a way that shows that you wouldn't actually cause pain to this person. As Olivia said, it is very well written and I'm terribly sorry that something like this happened to you.
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