Anger is a Thief
My son's face darkened as his eyes flashed in fury. "I hate you! I wish you never married my mom!" August's voice was already raw from yelling, but he couldn't stop. He knew that in a few hours he would have to leave this home and go to his dad's house and now, he not only couldn't go to the park with his cousin, but he had lost video games as well. The injustice was punching his gut. How could they do this to me? He flailed his hands and growled. When that wasn't enough to satisfy his rage, he kicked at a cardboard box that sat near his feet. My new husband, Zack, tilted his head slightly, his eyes downcast. "I am so sad for you August. You are such a good boy, but it seems like anger has stolen your love away." Zack kept his voice low but steady. He glanced up and for a second he caught August's gaze. As soon as August noticed Zack looking at him, his face contorted again. "I'M NOT LISTENING!" He shouted with feet s