How it is

Amelia!
AMELIA!!

Ameliaaaa! He is screaming from somewhere outside, his voice getting more and more angry- we do not see him, we can’t tell where it is coming from, Amelia runs downstairs and out the door looking for him, I get up in a panic and follow his yelling which finally leads me to outside our bedroom window- is he hurt? What is going on? “I don’t want you” he says with venom, “where’s Amelia”after the sting settles I say, “she is running around looking for you, what is wrong?” he ignores me, turns and walks off towards the front of the house. A little while later Amelia comes in and announces in exasperation, “our lawnmower no longer has steering” My PTSD cannot take this!

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