Disconnect

Increasingly, I feel disconnected.    I can’t seem to reach out to my children or my wife, and when they reach out to me, I am out of reach.

I take refuge in anger and frustration, which only alienates me further; it is, however, the only way I know.   It seems that I’ve been angry all my life, but I am often able to sublimate it, and not take vent in the temper that is my heritage.

Keeping the anger in just leads to more frustration, which leads to more anger, ad infinitum…

…and the lid of this teapot is about to burst.

And so it goes…