shizzz
That one guy
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A Hectic Home (closed)
Lance closed the email and key his head sink into his hands. His strong thick fingers running through his short dark hair. The email had been another report of his daughters inappropriate behavior. Steph was a senior in highschool and 18. She seemed to take these two things to mean that she was an adult, an apparent license to act more childish.
Lance rose from His desk in his home office. Stretching his lithe 6'2 frame and taking a few moments to collect himself, them left and went down the hall to find his wife. She was already in bed, hair frazzled and unkempt. She had been getting worse. A once calm and beautiful woman was now destroyed by stress and no longer seemed to care for her health. The smallest bit of trouble sent her into an anxious rant that could unsettle her for weeks. She hadn't been able to hold a job for almost a year now, but luckily his paid well and came with excellent benefits. However some large projects recently had kept him from home. All this was making Steph all the more unruly
"Hey Laura, I'm gonna go downstairs and make some dinner. Will you be eating with us tonight?" he asked, but wasn't surprised when she simply turned her head
"Good night love" he said with a sad smile, turning and leaving, knowing she was incapable of helping. He needed to do something more proactive about her. As he descended the stairs he decided then to get her whatever she needed, even though he knew from conversations with therapists in the past that it would mean an extended stay at a facility
He went into the kitchen and pulled some chicken from the fridge and grabbed a can of mixed vegetables. He began to prepare them them called out for Steph. It was time for another unproductive circular argument
"Steph!" he called and got his phone out. He called his wife's sister, and getting her voicemail, told her what he planned and asked her for help. She was his wife's younger sister and she lived in town, still single and successful he thought that what he required might not upset her schedule, and all the experience he had with her suggested she would be more than willing to help
He hung up the phone
"Steph! Come here please!" he called again
Lance closed the email and key his head sink into his hands. His strong thick fingers running through his short dark hair. The email had been another report of his daughters inappropriate behavior. Steph was a senior in highschool and 18. She seemed to take these two things to mean that she was an adult, an apparent license to act more childish.
Lance rose from His desk in his home office. Stretching his lithe 6'2 frame and taking a few moments to collect himself, them left and went down the hall to find his wife. She was already in bed, hair frazzled and unkempt. She had been getting worse. A once calm and beautiful woman was now destroyed by stress and no longer seemed to care for her health. The smallest bit of trouble sent her into an anxious rant that could unsettle her for weeks. She hadn't been able to hold a job for almost a year now, but luckily his paid well and came with excellent benefits. However some large projects recently had kept him from home. All this was making Steph all the more unruly
"Hey Laura, I'm gonna go downstairs and make some dinner. Will you be eating with us tonight?" he asked, but wasn't surprised when she simply turned her head
"Good night love" he said with a sad smile, turning and leaving, knowing she was incapable of helping. He needed to do something more proactive about her. As he descended the stairs he decided then to get her whatever she needed, even though he knew from conversations with therapists in the past that it would mean an extended stay at a facility
He went into the kitchen and pulled some chicken from the fridge and grabbed a can of mixed vegetables. He began to prepare them them called out for Steph. It was time for another unproductive circular argument
"Steph!" he called and got his phone out. He called his wife's sister, and getting her voicemail, told her what he planned and asked her for help. She was his wife's younger sister and she lived in town, still single and successful he thought that what he required might not upset her schedule, and all the experience he had with her suggested she would be more than willing to help
He hung up the phone
"Steph! Come here please!" he called again
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