We Lost It

Never have I ever encountered so much hatred in a couple of paragraphs. From flesh to flesh, and words to screams, Cholly and Mrs. Breedlove pour out the sum of their articulated fury. Of course every bad relationship starts with our dearest friend alcohol because when you wish somebody dead, it’s probably because they are close to death anyways, “strike that bastard down from his pea-knuckle of a pride”(42). And if that isn’t enough and Jesus is not answering your prayers well them go ahead and trip him into the red-hot stove, “ get him, Jesus! Get him!”(44). That’ll do the job!

But wait I forgot to introduce these characters. It might come as a surprise or it might sound familiar, but they are husband and wife. Makes you want to consider divorce, yet in my case it makes me curious as to how this couple met. How long ago was it when they fell for love at first sight? How would they describe their tender feeling towards each other before reality struck and ripped them away from their placid relationship? I yearn to read about the times when they went out on dates and gushed over their embarrassments as they vowed for true love. But this seems miles away from where they stand now and I can’t help but feel nostalgic for something I hope was real. They are killing themselves inside and they are killing the entire household as they fill it up with hatred. It won’t be long when it bursts.