The Thing Beneath the Thing
You snap at your kids over something small, the toys scattered across the floor, the noise that just won't stop, the chaos that seems to follow you from room to room. And the moment the words leave your mouth, you stop. You hear yourself. And somewhere inside you think, that was too much. That wasn't really about the toys. Why did I react like that? Or maybe it's your spouse. It's been a long day for both of you, and they say something offhand at the dinner table. Nothing major. Nothing means. Just a comment. But something in you shifts immediately. The walls go up. You get quiet, or sharp, or you say something back that has a little more edge than you intended. And now the energy in the room is different, and nobody is quite sure how to recover. And they're looking at you like, where did that come from? Or it's a friend. You get together for coffee just to catch up, just to laugh, and somehow the conversation shifts. It happens slowly and then all at once. No...
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