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Things were sailing through the air again. How hard it was to wrap my head around that fact. I couldn’t stop my own frustration and disappointment from compounding what was actually happening. We were past all of this! “WTF,” I thought. (Sorry, but that is the thought I locked onto. My own shock and tiredness took over.) I picked up a smashed CD, with edges sharp as a knife. A phone charging cord was whipped in my direction. Fast. Furious. More powerful than I remember. He is growing after all.
Sadness. Deep sadness. (Mine.)
Will he always have these cycles?
Will this always happen – when we think we have things sorted and then it gets up-ended?
“I can’t be trusted with electronics!” He says this as he starts throwing them. I beg – totally off script. I beg…
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