Mom’s Clueless Bliss
Lisa, my mother, flitted about the home as if unaffected by Tom’s small dictatorship. She would say, “Isn’t Tom just wonderful?” while he rearranged the kitchen cabinets. She seemed to have been blinded to his domineering methods. She was too engrossed in their honeymoon period for me to shake her and yell, “Don’t you see what he’s doing?” I had to take charge and keep an eye on things myself since I knew I couldn’t rely on her to see the warning signs.
Mom’s Clueless Bliss
Suspicious Changes
Tom decided one afternoon that the couch across the room needed a new home. “It’s for everyone’s comfort,” he said, grinning. It didn’t feel right, though. I became skeptical of his tone and abrupt shifts. I couldn’t get rid of the notion that this was all a part of a larger performance as I watched him reroute everything. I began mentally noting every motion. I’d eventually piece together how he was navigating our family vessel.
Suspicious Changes
