Melaney came home one day from school, skipping across her lawn to the front door. Seven years old and cute as a button, she was excited to finally be done with second grade.
As her hand gripped the doorknob, disturbing sounds came from inside, wiping the smile off her face. They were fighting again.
She entered the house quietly, not wanting to become embroiled in the heated argument between her parents. Despite attempts to think of anything else the conversation resonated in her brain.
"And you tell me that I'm not organized?! Look at you! You can't even roll up your toothpaste efficiently!!"
"Seriously?! SERIOUSLY??!!! YOU CAN BARELY KEEP THE HOUSE CLEAN WITHOUT MY HELP!! WHY THE HECK DO YOU CARE ABOUT HOW I ROLL MY TOOTHPASTE??!!! HOW WAS I DUMB ENOUGH TO MARRY YOU?!"
Melaney stuffed her fingers in her ears, desperately trying to block out the sound. But the pain and the despair held her like handcuffs with no key.
Her thoughts racing, she swore that one day, in her own home, there wouldn't be such fighting.
Many years later, Melaney married and had two beautiful children. One night, as she's going through her usual nighttime routine she walked towards the kids bathroom to check on her children. It was a quiet evening and she's humming softly to herself.
As her hand gripped the doorknob the sound of arguing reaches her ears.
"Why can't you just roll up the toothpaste like a normal person?" her eight year old said to his seven year old sister.
Those words were like thunder in her ears. Neverending thunder. She threw the door open with such force that it rattled in its frame.
Eyes like two erupting volcanoes she started yelling at her children. "WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL?!!" She roared, words spitting out like venom.
"IT'S JUST TOOTHPASTE!! IT'S NOT WORTH FIGHTING OVER!!" She didn't notice the fear in their eyes, all she saw were her parents and that dreaded toothpaste.
Unfortunately she made the same mistake as her parents, she blew something small, way out of proportion. That's the effect of the trauma. That's how it carries from one generation to another.