Gemotions

Mark found the hidden account while looking for his son's school schedule. A wave of fury washed over him, a heat that made his hands clench into fists. There, on a fake profile, was a series of inflammatory posts mocking Mark's new girlfriend. Words that cut deep, laced with the casual cruelty of a teenager. He felt a throbbing pulse in his temples.

He decided that they would eat the blandest possible food for dinner every night. No more pizza, no more burgers, nothing that could be considered enjoyable.

He would make sure that his son knew he was hurting.