#ThursThreads Week 482 : That’s A Promise

“He told me he’ll still be here. He’s not going away. Not going to kill himself. Nothing like that.” I sighed, and stared at Lilly. “He said, ‘That’s a promise.’”

Lilly shook her head, and looked down the hallway to his study, “But he lives in that room, and nowhere else.”

“I know.” I smiled. “That’s how he copes with the world.” I looked down the hallway to his study, “That’s where he hides.”

“Hides?”

“Where he goes, when he can’t cope anymore. When he’s overwhelmed. He goes there, and he hides, while he sorts through everything, so he can cope with everything when he comes out.”

I knew she didn’t understand, and that she’d say something. “Like a little child.”

I knew I’d answer her. “No. Not at all. Like a grown man.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. Another man would throw things. Another man would get drunk. Or get high. Or come home drunk every night. Another man would get his gun, and go shoot everyone. Or drive his car into a tree, or off a cliff.” I smiled. “He doesn’t do those things. He puts himself in time out, until he works through things, and when he’s ready, he comes out.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. And he helps me. Washes dishes, does laundry, vacuums, sweeps, mops, goes grocery shopping with me. Just like he said. He’s not going anywhere. Just like he promised. He’ll still be here.”

235 Words
@mysoulstears


It’s Week 482 of #ThursThreads, hosted by Siobhan Muir. I haven’t been writing much in the pandemic. We’ll see if I can remember how much I like to write. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #ThursThreads. They are always fun to read. And there are some great writers who show up every week.

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