Today I was told I was making things up…
When you are the one that needs to fix something that has been broken in an anger tantrum, you tend to remember it pretty well. For example: watching a door being slammed violently & repeatedly in a fit of rage (slammed perhaps 20 to 30 times?)… you realize that you are predicting an inevitable result.
To be true, the circumstances that caused the tantrum do become blurred over time, but the broken item and the process of fixing it become solid memories. I remember throwing stuff in the bin and seeking out replacements. I remember using various tools. I remember working with Dad as he used the welder, listening to his opinion how violent the action must have been to snap a piece of solid metal.
(Later, meaning today)… to be then told the breakage never happened is difficult to respond to. To be told that I am making things up leaves one speechless and leaves only one practical option … to simply walk around and point at the various repaired items. What else is there to say?
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