Trauma Grieving

Chapter 12

Johnson's POV_

I sat down next to Vee on the couch, looking at her with concern. We needed to talk about what had happened earlier, about the argument with Rachel and the way she'd lashed out at Emily.

"Vee, we need to talk," I said gently, taking her hand in mine.

Vee looked up at me, her eyes still flashing with anger and hurt. "I don't know what's wrong with me," she said, her voice cracking. "I just feel so overwhelmed all the time."

I nodded understandingly. "I know you do, and I'm here for you. But you can't keep taking it out on the kids and Rachel. They're trying to help, Vee."

Vee sighed and looked away, tears welling up in her eyes. "I know, I'm sorry. It's just...I feel like I'm failing as a mom, as a wife. I don't know how to do this anymore."

I pulled her into a hug, holding her close. "You're not failing, Vee. You're just struggling. And that's okay. We all struggle sometimes."

Vee nodded, her body shaking with sobs. I held her for a long time, letting her cry it out. Finally, she pulled back, her eyes red and puffy.

"I'm sorry," she said again, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled and took her hand. "I'm here for you, Vee. We'll get through this together. But we need to work on managing your stress and anger. For yourself, for me, and for the kids." "You need a therapist Vee, you need someone to fix you" before I could say anymore word Vee has started lashing up words.

I sat in the living room, trying to remain calm as Vee's anger boiled over. "You're trying to fix me?" she spat, her eyes flashing with fury. "You think I'm some kind of project for you to work on?"

I took a deep breath, trying to choose my words carefully. "Vee, that's not what I'm trying to do. I just want to support you, to help you work through some of the things that are bothering you."

But Vee wasn't having it. "You don't get it, Johnson. You never have. You're just like everyone else, always trying to tell me what to do, always trying to fix me."

I felt a surge of frustration, but I tried to keep my cool. "Vee, I'm trying to help. I want us to work through this together."

But Vee just shook her head, her face twisted in anger. "You don't understand. You never will."

The argument escalated, with both of us saying things we didn't mean. In the end, Vee stormed out of the room, leaving me feeling frustrated and helpless.

I sighed, wondering what I could do to reach Vee, to help her work through her issues. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I was willing to try. For Vee, for our marriage, and for our family.