As a teen, Sarah’s interest lay in learning how to raise a happy family; her vision composed of a combination of Norman Rockwell’s paintings, Father Knows Best combined with Ozzie and Harriet; Doctor Spock called the shots. As these component parts came off the assembly line of the Happy Family factory, somehow the finished product must have cracked under pressure to develop a fault line. Years later, the careful construction erupted to cause grievous damage.
One son and his wife, let’s call them A and B, were always exceptionally close to Sarah but they were financially needy. Sarah’s two younger children were in college and doing well but somehow that didn’t satisfy A and B. They took turns to whisper in Sarah’s ear saying, “The kid brother isn’t doing too well at that fancy college so send him to a state school and he can get a job to pay his tuition.” Next, A attacked the youngest sister saying about the same thing and Sarah fought back. “They are happy where they are and doing so well.”
Badgered, manipulated and weakened, Sarah found it easier to give in and let A influence her judgement. With her husband gone, alone at home, she began to feel comforted in an odd way rather than disagree with both of them.
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