Triggered

I feel terrible. My son was messing about just now, having a little fun, just playing. But one thing he did was a trigger, stirring a memory inside me, and I blew my top. Poor lad: he’s more sensitive than I am and got really upset. Naturally, I feel awful now. No not just awful, but completely daft. I blew up at him over something that happened years ago. What a fool. No, a total tool. Talk about unresolved. What a jerk (I am).

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