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Breaking up

‘Just give the precocious brat some space,’ Richard says.

I glance at him, wondering why a man who’s tender and caring towards me can be this dismissive to my child. Then, I look at my four-year-old son, in the middle of a spectacular tantrum on the floor of my living room. My heart breaks for him; he doesn’t understand why his daddy isn’t here anymore.

‘You mollycoddle him, Sarz,’ Richard says contemptuously. ‘He’s a pussy. You need to let him lie in his own snot for a while.’

‘He’s four, Richard.’

‘Yeah, but it’s these formative years that make a child.’

What does he know about raising a child?

‘Yeah, well,’ I say. ‘You know what?’ My tone is fierce and cutting.

Richard looks at me, surprise brightening his eyes.

‘He’s my boy and I’m going to raise him my way. He’s still grieving his dad, doesn’t even understand what death is. I mean, I don’t even understand it, fully.’

I wipe tears roughly, with the back of my hand. With a sigh, I go on, ‘We’re done here. I don’t want to see you anymore.’

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12 thoughts on “Breaking up”

  1. That was a gentle goodbye which I didn’t expect. Usually you are a bit more forthright. I would have said the same to the uncaring arsehole. The fathers death added to the depth of the tantrum. Thanks for joining in Linda πŸ˜€

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    1. Pleasure, Brian. Thanks for choosing a word with such wide meaning! As for being forthright, I am getting tired of my writing on here always seeming the same and I naturally assume that it becomes boring to readers (not looking for compliments here, either) so I guess I was trying something different with a character. πŸ€·β€β™€οΈ

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      1. I was listening to Deep Purple’s Space Truckin’ but thought that space truckin may have been a bit limiting. A change of character attributes doesn’t hurt
        Now thinking of my prompts for next month πŸ˜€

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  2. Actually when we had all the grief with my daughter, I could see things going this way. Fortunately (that’s probably not the right word!) my wife was just as fed up with her antics as I was, and it worked out that we stayed together and daughter went on her own way. But she was much older than your story.

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