Helping Lydia : A #Weekendfreewrite.

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Don't you know that violence is an expression of an unmet need?" he said with a smile. She wanted to punch him in the face. But the diplomatic aspect of her husband wouldn't just let her go through with the punch. His shepherd boy face too. Damian has always been the only one able to manage his wife's aggression, he has taken it as a cross. Sitting his lovely Lydia on the silk coloured couch, he took time to explain what her actions have caused the family. As usual Damian doled out therapy upon therapy in words to calm his wife down, records in time past of her rage has ended her up severally in the police net.

It wasn't Lydia's fault anyway, her parents t has all the blame, it wasn't the fault of her parent too, they started it up in the Marlboro cigarettes factory in the early 1990's, smoking like a chimmeny, getting the lungs and organized s blackened, getting drunk to the point of abusing each other, it was from there her parent grew up, so her father also continued it too, breeding generations of psychological declines offspring. And that was just the beginning.

"Yes, I can see that. I have to start correcting her behavior." This words doesn't leave my mouth as I bail her out everytime. The curse and effect of a broken home is a cancer to the society. Lydia sometimes never sees anything bad in the way she react to things, she felt like she's just expressing herself, "been blunt" she always says.

I guess the world just need people to come along there terms not with individuals ideology. The new world order they call it.

Then this day came out of the blue, we were having a discussion, just out of nowhere she branded herself with a knife 🔪, ready to cut me through my throat, I stayed still and look deep into her eyes. She met it with tears in her eyes and bowed her heads, sobbing quietly and saying sorry.

My entry into @marianewest
Weekend Freewrite

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