My Misogynistic Mother
She couldn't bring herself to lash out at Dad, but when it came to others, she was anything but merciful.
At the neighborhood poker table, Yvonne and a few others were chatting and gossiping while snacking on peanuts.
The door to the game room was old and could be opened without a key.
Being a regular there, Mom easily kicked the door open. Her gaze swept around the room like a hawk. The moment she spotted Yvonne and her group, she pounced on them like a wild beast.
These days, Dad had been leaving early and returning late, out looking for work but repeatedly hitting dead ends. He took all his pent-up frustration out on Mom, even recklessly comparing her to Yvonne and the others.