Hopping Around The Jones's

The silence has suffocated the room; you can hear a pin drop. The anticipation that I am about to lose my restraint is a possibility that lies high in the tense air of the room.

I have yet not even listened to what Isabella has to say, but the mere fact that the man was in my house is enough to set my blood aflame.

Does this woman not understand the concept of a boundary, the whole idea of not letting people into our home that is not welcome here? How am I supposed to trust her when I get deployed?

God knows I love her, but sometimes she drives me insane. Can she not think? Can she simply not put together what is right and what is wrong?

So as she still tries to speak for what I think I do not want to hear, I make my way to our room before I completely blow up. The raging anger that is suffocating every corner of my body lets loose like a beast. As far as my feet take me, every single object that finds itself in my path shatters in pure brute force agains