Poor, poor Blake.

being subjected to your parents cruel trick

of arguing in front of you.

You strive to get away from their rants

by retreating to the sanctity of your room.

Sadly, even your room is not safe.

The walls are thin.

You can hear them argue, yell, and scream

into the wee hours of the morn.

You tremble, lie awake

angry, afraid, feeling vulnerable

and as if the earth under your feet

is quicksand rather than solid ground.

If that was all we knew of your sad story,

we would feel great empathy and compassion

for what you have to endure

on a nightly basis.

You would be the good guy in this sad tale

and they the unintentional bad guys.

Unfortunately, your parents’ trick

became your trick.

You brought your anger with you to school

and subjected countless others

to your feeling of helpless frustration.

Some of the kids at your middle school

were armed with

extraordinary commonsense

and savy.

For them, your trick had no power

to knock them off their feet

or to make them feel

in the way you intended them to feel.

Better yet,

because they tuned in to their inner wisdom,

their inner grown-up, if you will,

you actually ended up with two kids

who became if not good friends,

really good acquaintances.

They even shared with you some tricks

that helped arm you better

for dealing with the perpetual onslaught

of disharmony and angst

on the home front.

A larger group of kids

were caught unaware.

Your venomous attack

knocked them off their feet,

so to speak.

They felt unprepared, unsafe,

with no idea how to respond

in a better way.

You felt powerful and invincible

for the few minutes

before your adrenaline rush thrill

wore off

leaving you right back to feeling

frustrated and out-of-control.

Then you felt impelled to find

still another victim

who would make you feel

totally in control and strong

and in charge once again.

Woe to those poor kids.

Blake, did you not feel a bit of empathy

for those hapless victims of your wrath?

Did you feel a sense of guilt

for doing to them

what was being done to you

on the home front?

Or did you manage to find a way

to justify your behavior

so that you could more easily

live with the choices you were making?

If only parents knew,

when they contemplate divorce,

that it is vitally important

how you treat each other

and talk about each other

when there are children present

to overhear and witness.

This proverbial gift of anger

being force-fed to your child or children

will be the gift that will keep on giving

possibly motivating terrorist-type attacks

on innocent others

who come across your child’s or children’s path.

Just like “The House that Jack Built” tale,

the house that you are building

could be you cause your child

to feel angry, helpless, and vulnerable.

They go to school

and find easy targets

where they can do the same.

Their hapless victims

could very well find helpless others

to do the same to.

This could go on and on and on

until, before you know it,

the end result could be that

literally hundreds if not thousands

of others are going to carry on

the anger, wreaking havoc

on our beloved Mother Earth.

On the other hand,

if you are wise,

you will take your feelings of anxiety

and sign up for couple counseling

and family counseling

and individual counseling,

giving yourself tools

that can help bring healing

to your beloved children’s hearts.

Your marriage may still disintegrate,

but at least, you have protected

the ones who you owe the most allegiance to,

the children who you have brought into this world.

Please don’t let Blake’s story

become the story that your child will one day say

was his story or her story as well.

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