This Could Be Different By June Smythe lutefiske@yahoo.comI went to see you, but of course he was there, the new patriarch, ruling over his ready-made family: punishing the kids, telling you what to do, keeping his hands on you wherever you went. Three weeks, and he was already in control.It made me sick, a flashback to those stomach-twisting Sunday mornings of my youth, televised NASCAR races the buzzing backbeat to my mother’s tears. Your rationalizations were the same- he’s recovering, he’s teaching them respect, he’s sweet when we’re alone….If I said, “I love you. This could be different,” then or now, would it change a thing?
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