Michael’s challenge this week:
This week consider the notion of a trigger. It could be, heaven forbid, the trigger of a gun or something that ignites within you a feeling or reaction to a given situation.
We all have trigger points and of course for those of us old enough to remember there was once a horse called Trigger.
It was a waste of a perfectly good cup of coffee. It was fortunate she hadn’t added cream or liqueur. Maybe if she had, she would have thought twice.
Normally a patient kind of a gal, she was used to being taken for granted and left holding not only the purse strings to make ends meet, but responsibilities to make things easier for someone she thought she loved who’d had a rough ride.
The lying little shit.
OK for him to go off for the occasional weekend with the lads. He’d worked the system and had enough money for that whilst she was putting more debt on her credit card to buy school shoes.
It had been such a weekend.
A friend stopped by extremely upset as his wife of just a few weeks had left him.
Always good for a shoulder to cry on, she understood his pain so offered a meal and sympathy. Too much wine, and she gave him a pillow, blanket and use of the couch.
Little people have big mouths, and although she had nothing to hide and was completely up front about her visitor when he got back, he blew it up out of all proportion to the extent of telling her who she could, and could not, have in her house.
What followed was a tirade of verbal and scathing abuse, proving he had no feelings for her other than contempt.
It was the trigger to snap more than her patience, and he got the entire cup of freshly made coffee in his lap.
It led to a lot of things, heartbreak, soul searching, acceptance, and eventually her leaving.
Best move she ever made.
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Little people have big mouths! I’m laughing right now, but isn’t it true?
Oh yeah. Kids can hang you!
She made the right choice.