|Ode to a Platitude|
Karen growled and muttered an assortment of foul words in her car, driving over speed limit. Her visit to Mom and Grandma did not provide the affirmation and comfort she had hoped it would.
Bill had packed up his stuff in the night and was gone before she woke up. Note: I’m outta here, bitch…and the last word was written in bold letters. Now, Karen needed to share her pain.
They were all in Mom’s kitchen, sipping on peach herbal tea. Mom was kneading bread, taking loaf after loaf from the oven. These would go to the homeless shelter. Grandma was sitting quietly while knitting baby blankets for preemies at the local hospital.
Karen was trying tell of her woes and ask for advice when the litany began.
“You know, honey, the darkest hour is just before the dawn. You’ll do fine.” This one came from Mom.
“Such is life,” Grandma added. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!” She dropped a stitch, but caught it time.
Karen turned from one face to the other, listening with disbelief.
“Yes, sweetie. God has a plan for you…you just don’t know it yet!...and then…It is what it is…Time heals all wounds…Life doesn’t give you things you can’t handle…It could be worse…It wasn’t meant to be…There are plenty more fish in the sea…Everything happens for a reason..
When Karen’s grandma said “If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen”…
Karen leaped to her feet and raced to her car. She skidded out the driveway, narrowly missed the mailbox. This found her flying along the freeway with profanity tailing after her. Her thoughts were not kind. If she ever heard one more mindless platitude, she would vomit.
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