Flibbity, flibbity, flap!
Flibbity, flibbity, flap!
Flibbity, flibbity, flap!
He lifted his two hands, to steady the punching ball, and while he was at it, he rotated his right shoulder.
Flibbity, flibbity flap!
flibbity, flibbity, flap!
flibbity, flibbity, flap!
The young woman standing in the corner near the door wondered if he was picturing Trixie’s face every time he hit the bag.
She hoped not. She had never thought of her brother as a violent person.
In fact, he did everything he could to not be violent. He wanted to avoid carrying the abuse of his child-hood to his future. To bad that he already exhibited more than half the signs of being an abuser. What would it take to get him to actually seek the counseling that he so badly needed?
Honey wished that he would switch to the punching bag for a while, but there was nobody around that he would trust to hold the bag for him. Anyone that he asked, would question his level of despair.
She grabbed a bottle of water, and a towel and stepped into the light.
“Jim, you’ve been going at it for almost an hour. You need to take a break.”
“Go away Honey,” Jim growled. “I’ll quit when I can’t stand up anymore.”
Honey sighed, “You know, Trixie’s right. When you carry on like this, although I realize that you’re hurting, your whole demeanor shows that you think your truth is the only truth.
Do you know that she told me that she doesn’t even believe that you respect her? She told me that when she was talking to you about the Strengths and Weaknesses class, and she told you that Molinson had asked her to review the Sleepyside Bank, that you didn’t even let her finish. You just assumed that she handed up the bank on a silver platter and you jumped in to chastise her for something she hadn’t even done. That is when she walked away.
She said that she thought long and hard about the two of you, and that when she realized that you don’t trust or respect or have any confidence in her, she decided that there wasn’t any reason to stay. She believes that if ya’ll stayed together, in order to make you happy, she would always be your subordinate, instead of your partner.
Then she started talking about the times that you gaslighted her.”
Jim interrupted, “I never gaslighted her!”
Honey continued, “Oh no? What about all the times that she didn’t want to share information with you. I heard you myself, pester and harass her until she gave you all the information that she had. Then you would laugh and jeer at her, telling her that she was wrong in what she thought she saw, or that events she related couldn’t possibly be accurate facts.
This isn’t Trixie’s problem, it is your problem, and you need help.
You might not believe it,Jim, but Trixie didn’t break your heart. You broke your own heart, by only seeing truth in black and white, but never the shades of gray.
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