Within Close Range: The Nights There Were Fights

My bedroom was at the end of the hallway

on the second floor of our house.

Right above the living room and Mom and Dad’s bedroom suite.

I heard fights my siblings didn’t,

or at least didn’t tell me.

A hard thing to bring to a game of H-O-R-S-E.

I can’t even recall if Mia and I were still sharing a room

because on the nights there were fights

I never felt more alone.

Sinking through the blackness of my bedroom.

Drowning in the anger and the screaming and the violence.

And my pillow.

Desperate for it to stop.

Or for me to find the courage to make it stop.

By making him stop.

By grabbing the nearest item that would help.

How many nights did I picture the canes in the stand in the front entry

just down the curving staircase and through the door next to theirs?

More than once was more than enough.

But I never found the courage.

Just anger and confliction,

and early recognition of a marriage under siege.

Making monsters from the madness.

And words into weapons.

And me into a quivering mess under my blankets in the dark of my room.

Praying for it to stop.

Or me to sleep.

Author: Anne Celano Frohna

I am a writer, a mother of two girls, Eva (20) and Sophia (18) and wife to one husband, Kurt. I was mostly a professional writer and editor for 30 years for graphic arts and advertising, for publishers of newspapers, magazines, books, etc.,. Now, I have a blog where I post my creative non-fiction, short stories, a couple of illustrated children's stories and a comedy I wrote about two years I spent teaching English in rural Japan (NOT a story for a child.). I’m also working on a new blog about the wonderful, hand-crafted items I've collected over the years at beautyofthrift.com. - which will also connect to the Etsy shop I recently opened called Channeling Nonna. My husband and I both love to cook and to entertain and have welcomed friends and family to our homes for over 20 years. With our eldest off at college, we also began hosting with Airbnb, the perfect (and most natural) way for me to continue to pursue my passion of writing, while at the same time help us pay for current and future college expenses.

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