Rainy Day & Pizza

9" x 11" Acrylic with glitz on cardboard

Yesterday was a rainy day. At lunch, my daughter and her friends picked up pizza and brought it home. We sat around the kitchen table eating and chatting. My daughter suddenly began laughing as she recalled memories of her past. She then told the story of "the crutch". One night her father and I got into a fight. He pushed me face down onto the kitchen floor. As he hobbled by me on his crutches, I snatched the crutch from him and hit him bringing him down along side me and then hurridly got up and ran. This story lead to many more of the same. The difference today is acceptance. She told her friends her father was still the same. She described it as a "building up" of tension. You can see it coming and you know when to get out of harm's way. My question is, does one accept this kind of behavior? Not me. As far as my daughter is concerned, she sees him once or twice a year. She does have memories of him being a good dad when she was little. Yet, also, memories of him not being a good husband. But we laugh about it today, realizing the seriousness of it then. A rainy day and pizza.