Gemotions

The morning light streamed through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. John paced his living room, a nervous energy coursing through him. He’d just found out his son, Ben, would have Ms. Carter, the woman who'd made John's middle school years a living nightmare.

He gripped his phone, dialing and then quickly hanging up. He knew what he wanted to say, but he knew it wouldn't change anything. He had to be strong for Ben.

He recalled the cutting comments, the constant criticism, the feeling of being judged and found wanting. He felt that old fear, the same helplessness. It was like his past was reaching out to engulf him once more.

He kicked a small toy across the floor, the sound echoing in the silent house. He wanted to protect his son. To make sure he was happy. He could not. It made him feel very bleak.