There are two lines at my local post office. One is for passports and buying stamps. The other is for all other stuff. Of course, I had to mail a package, and my line had about 40 people in it. The passports line had about 5 people in it.
I was standing in line, right next to the passport desk. A kid about 14-15 years old was applying for a passport with his driver's permit. He was with his mother. While they were being helped, the mother's phone rang, and she answered it. She started gabbing about stupid stuff to whomever was on the other end of the line, and she went on and on. Finally, the kid got to the point where all he needed on the application was her signature, and he tugged on her sleeve to get her attention. The mother made a movement at her son while yelling at him, "Don't you DARE bother me when I'm talking on the phone!" Never mind the fact that there were 4-5 people in line behind her waiting for her to get off the phone. The kid had a legitimate point.
The reason why I was triggered was because when she made the movement towards her son, the kid visibly flinched. He recoiled from her at least a foot, and he put his arm up to block the potential blow. His eyes remained closed for a full ten seconds after it was clear that she wasn't going to hit him.
I flinched with him. I thought she was going to clobber him, but it turns out, that is exactly what my mother used to do to me. She would psych me out just like that, and then she'd hit me sometimes anyway after I opened my eyes.
PTSD is a bitch sometimes.
Revenge is nothing more than another way of perpetuating abuse.
What the world needs now
Is some new words of wisdom
Like la la la la la la la la la.
Having a friend who will keep a secret for you is worthless compared to a friend who won't keep a secret from you.