Yesterday my spouse teasingly grabbed me in a bear hug and then proceeded to rub his beard on my neck, tickling me.
Unfortunately for him, he didn't get the desired effect he wanted.
I started screaming, feeling tortured !
Between gasps for breath, I yelled, "Let me go or I'll hurt you !
When he relinquished his hold I socked him on the arm, shouting, "Don't ever do that to me again !"
Feeling like a puppet, I haltingly threw my purse over my shoulder, bolted out the front door, and recklessly drove down the winding hillside.
I thought this one was behind me, but obviously not !
Remembering how my father and brother would hold me down against my will and tickle me mercilessly while I writhed and screamed at them to let me go, brought back the feeling of helplessness and rage in a little girl I used to know.
Poor little thing !
Today exhausted, disjointed and discouraged I am trying hard to pick up the pieces with my spouse who can't figure out what happened.
LOVE, be my good parent and console my broken heart.