Milkshakes for All

Cautiously, I balanced the seven milkshakes on my lap, contained in two drink carriers from our local fast food restaurant. Howie leapt from our white minivan and began unbuckling the smallest of the children from their seats.

He yelled at me from the back of the van, “Get the food and drinks inside so that we can eat!”

From the passenger seat, I continued my balancing act as I tried to figure out how to open the door without pouring seven chocolate milkshakes onto the van’s red interior. With much ado, I was finally able to open the door, slipping from under the drinks, I exited the van.

Howie had already been into the house several times and was yelling about my slow movements. In response, I began to hurry, carrying one large bag of adult fast food, five kids’ meals, seven milkshakes, and the infant’s diaper bag. The task was near impossible, but I was doing okay.

Approaching the backdoor of Howie’s parents’ house I hesitated for a moment. How can I open the storm door, I wondered. Shuffling my heavy load I reached out and yanked open the door, the contents of my arms now teetering on the edge of spilling. I took two steps inside the door and watched with fear as everything I had been carrying fell to the linoleum floor.

The floor, which was just mopped was now bearing chocolate milkshakes, French fries, and chicken pieces. Where a second ago tiny yellow flowers seemed to dance under the light, now looked like a food binge from hell.

My mother in law jumped from her place at the table and began yelling, “I just mopped the floor, too. Now are you happy?”

The walls became the color of tears as Howie joined us in the kitchen and yelled even louder than his mother, “You dumb, bitch! All you had to do was kick the door and someone would have opened it for you!”

I began to walk to the living room to collect my children, it was time to leave, but not so fast. Howie grabbed my arm and yanked me back into the kitchen. “Don’t you ever walk away from me,” he said as his grasp was beginning to hurt.

“Don’t you ever talk to me like that in front of others,” I sprayed him with spit as I let the venomous anger leave my throat.

About Laura

Writing is a passion for me, a healing process from past abuse, and a show of strength to other MEN and women that have endured or are enduring. Happiness is around the corner, reach for it, attain it, and embrace it, even if that means walking away.
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15 Responses to Milkshakes for All

  1. Janet2 says:

    I was touched by your story and I feel that you like myself and many other women, we try to do it all. We feel that we can do it all and we do not like to ask for help.
    You did not the deserve the horrible treatment from Howie or your mother-in-law. You were strong to stand your ground. No one should put up with abuse of any kind. Your story was very captivating and very well written.

  2. moonwriter says:

    As much as i hate hearing how this man treated you, I never wanted to stop reading once I have started on one of your pieces. I find myself forgetting about my surroundings and feeling transferred into your world and your feelings which is hard for me to do sometimes, even in good published books. I only wish your stories were fiction! And..that I knew where Howie lives 😉

    • Laura says:

      Thank you, that is so kind. Oh, and I no longer know where Howie lives, but I figure one day he’ll mess with the wrong person and I can’t be blamed for Karma. 🙂

  3. paige says:

    That was very good writing. I hate that it happened to you. But you explained it very well. Keep it up.

  4. Jude says:

    You can feel the build up of tension in the way you write about this incident. I could certainly picture how difficult it was and then not getting anything but abuse from the other adults.

  5. smyrnami says:

    I could see you balancing those milkshakes and I could see all the food on the floor. Well done.

    • Laura says:

      Thanks! As I was writing this, I was able to transport myself back into the moment, and I could feel the weight of the drinks on my lap, it was a very cool experience. 🙂

  6. Hana says:

    IT must have been difficult to stand up to him. When you wrote what you felt and what you said to him, I cheered for you. I also agree with the others that your writing is very descriptive. A reader can really see the details in in your scene.

  7. Des says:

    In terms of the story telling, I felt drawn in by your writing. Initially, I chose to read ‘Milkshakes…” because I thought it might be funny; there seems a dearth of humour on this site. Anyway, thanks to this assumption, your ending was a surprise – a pleasant one I might add, one that made me go “Yeeeesss! Good on ya, girl!”. I’m guessing that had you had one intact milkshake left in your hand you might have casually poured it over his head (sparing some for the ex-mother-in-law, of course) before walking away!

    • Laura says:

      Lol, thank you and yes on the remaining milkshake. Humor is hard put in some memoirs, I need to work on that in my revisions. Thanks for your comments.

  8. freckles says:

    As women we juggle and balance so many things, yet for you, you had much more to juggle and balance. Your writing flowed and I easily could see the whole scene play out as if I was right there watching. Great job

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