She tells me how she feels, her plans for moving out, and how it's just too hard to live the lie anymore with a man she feels subjugated by. Despite myself I doubt my father, see his flaws. I love both of my parents, I see now that they are fallible, and I swallow this knowledge like bitter medicine. I don't blame my mother, I forgive her, and though I realize the worst is yet to come, I can find strength enough for now. The rain comes down harder now, the entire surface of the pond is a bubbling mass of brown water and sickly green pond weed.
Darker clouds loom on the horizon and the ominous rumble of thunder threatens in the distance.
Shirt plastered to my cold body I stand and face the roiling thunderheads that the winds of fate are blowing my way. I'm scared, but in my heart I know that after a storm everything is clean and new again. After the storm there will be time to rebuild. Hey, maybe this time I'll even get a dog. Click here to return to the Voices main index.