When Did Your Mother’s Protector?

A man who’d had a bad day at work, who’d had to sat through HOURS of traffic, finally makes his way through his front door, and the moment he walked in, he’d, exploded…

Thing started, flying all over the places, dishes shattered, bowls too, oh, and don’t forget them drinkin’ glasses as well! He’d started, screaming out at her, for something so minor, like dog hair on the carpets…

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The child heard the loud ranting from downstairs that made it up to his secondfloor bedroom, rushed downstairs, got between the man and his wife.

When did you become a protector of your mother, boy? You should KNOW your place, just like your mama knows hers! But, when, did you, become a protector of your mother? The child thought really hard at it, and, started having that blank look on his face………

When did you become a protector of your mother? It should be the other way ‘round, your mother, protecting her young, but, she’s too weak, always been involved with, abusive men like your birthfather, and so, you’d, MANNED up, and started taking UP the role of being the PARENT in this “formula”!

animals are protective of their young, and why aren’t humans???

When did you become a protector of your mother? Do you even recall the last time you were a child, careless, and free, and happy too? Of course N-O-T, for happiness, is one adjective that wasn’t even yours to begin with from way, way, way back when! And now, you’d grown up, watching all the men around you, beaten up on their wives or girlfriends, and each and every time you saw the ladies, using heavy mascara, covering up their bruised eyes, cheekbones, lips, you’d thought to yourself: I will NEVER be one of those losers who didn’t cherish my wife…………

But, just last time, you came home from work, and the house was a huge mess, like a tornado had, touched down, and, with ALL the displeasures you’d carried from work, getting yelled at for not even doing anything wrong, by that DICK called your B-O-S-S, I mean, you CAN and WILL do HIS job, better than he can do HIS job!

Then, you’d, cracked!!!

So, it was, at that precise moment, you’d, forgotten how you’d become, the protector of your mother, leaving your own young son, to be the protector, of HIS own mama, your W-I-F-E……………