When the Tables are Turned, is it Abuse… or Righteous Anger?
The table was shoved over in a fit of rage when I was around eight. There’d been a bit of squabbling at the table, as happens between eight-year-old and four-year-old kids, but nothing out of the ordinary. It came as a complete shock. It was apparently the last straw; the one that broke the camel’s … Continue reading When the Tables are Turned, is it Abuse… or Righteous Anger?