this morning #1568.
this morning, after watching mom emasculate dad for the zillionth time, he was driving me to school. silent at first. then i could sense that he had something to say so i turned off the radio & turned my focus toward him. whipped my head around in a dramatic fashion even though i knew that he wouldn’t notice. instead, he stayed silent. stared straight ahead. eyes on the road. i followed up with a “what’s up?” listened to him tell me how much he missed my brother. every day. his oldest son. he went on & on about how it used to be way easier to handle mom. how my brother kept her calm. now she’s always dialed up to eleven. i tried comforting him by saying “she just needs time.” i knew that was a lie.