A Woman's Flight Chapter 11

  Rebecca’s mother didn’t really say much. She was so diminutive in every way. Thinking back on those days, Rebecca used to hate her mom for that. Whenever her father used to say anything harsh, she would just shrink away, and just allow her husband to do whatever he wanted. Whenever he would get frustrated and break dishes or hurt her or even Rebecca, her mom used to say,” Your father is a good man. He is just really tired and frustrated you see. He really does love us. He just doesn’t know how to show it. Things will get better Rebecca. Just you wait and see. When thing start to pick up and when he is not as stressed. Thing will get better.”

        Looking back, Rebecca always thought that her mom was trying to convince herself more of this than Rebecca at that time before her father died. Even though her mother cried, there was a part of her that actually smiled. She figured it served him right. It wasn’t until much later that she would start to realize just how much her father had affected her and just how much she carried around the hate and bitterness that could keep her up in the middle of the night. She would stay up some nights just thinking back to those days and wondering why it had to happen to her. She used to wonder if life was just some cruel joke and she had managed to pull the short end of the stick. She would sit and think back to all of the things her father had done to her and her mother and wonder  if she might have done something in a previous life to deserve what she had gone through. Some times she would wake up screaming in a sweat. There would be some days when she would feel a vice like grip come over heart at the sheer memory of her father. It was like she was remembering every last detail over and over in her head. During those days she just wished for relief and there were some nights in particular when she felt like she was better off dead.