Yesterday's prompt: My mother broke all the plates in the house that day.
Disaster
My mother broke all the plates in the house that day. It was a fairly normal day up until about 4 o'clock and I remember it well.
When I was 16 my father cheated. It was cliche, no doubt, but he managed to make it his own. He cheated. With my best friend. Let me preface by saying that my best friend is my 18 year old neighbor, Thomas. Yep. My mother found him wrapped in Thomas' tanned arms in our finished basement. They'd been working out, I think, but then had found another way to burn those carbs.
My father wasn't even sorry. Thomas was. Or, he became so when my mother began throwing her wedding china at him. I didn't join in. I was in shock. Thomas had been my best friend since we were in diapers and he never thought to mention that he was into older men. I would've liked that information, I think. But I stared as my mother screamed and broke every single one of those plates. She was aiming mostly for Thomas and my father's heads but they mostly shattered against the wall. I think they got the point.
Once they'd rushed out the door she continued to throw plates until every single one in the house was broken. She sat in the middle of all the shattered pieces and cried. I hugged her and ignored the insistent texts from Thomas and my father. Instead, I ordered pizza. We ate off of paper plates.
Disaster
My mother broke all the plates in the house that day. It was a fairly normal day up until about 4 o'clock and I remember it well.
When I was 16 my father cheated. It was cliche, no doubt, but he managed to make it his own. He cheated. With my best friend. Let me preface by saying that my best friend is my 18 year old neighbor, Thomas. Yep. My mother found him wrapped in Thomas' tanned arms in our finished basement. They'd been working out, I think, but then had found another way to burn those carbs.
My father wasn't even sorry. Thomas was. Or, he became so when my mother began throwing her wedding china at him. I didn't join in. I was in shock. Thomas had been my best friend since we were in diapers and he never thought to mention that he was into older men. I would've liked that information, I think. But I stared as my mother screamed and broke every single one of those plates. She was aiming mostly for Thomas and my father's heads but they mostly shattered against the wall. I think they got the point.
Once they'd rushed out the door she continued to throw plates until every single one in the house was broken. She sat in the middle of all the shattered pieces and cried. I hugged her and ignored the insistent texts from Thomas and my father. Instead, I ordered pizza. We ate off of paper plates.
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