Monday’s here once again. I had so many things I wanted to talk about yesterday but I’ve forgotten them all today. Except, I’m shitting a brick a little bit because I gave my NaNoWriMo novel to somebody to read. My son deleted a chapter and I needed a bit of help with that and the whole thing to be honest and somebody offered to give me a hand. I’ve never “given” somebody my stuff to read so I’m feeling more than a little bit sick today. I feel the need to share my pain.
But in the grand scale of things, that really isn’t important. The newspaper made me cry again yesterday. There was a time when Mr. Claire wouldn’t buy me newspapers or else he w0uld read them first and take out any sad stories. He was sick of seeing me sob for like an hour if I read something sad. If anything happens to children or animals, that’s it, I’m horrified and upset for the day. It’s a bit ridiculous really, you never see somebody reading a newspaper on a bus and bursting into tears.
So, yesterday’s story that made me cry was about a funeral. A whole family wiped out. A procession of tiny white coffins. It really got to me. Around two or three weeks ago, there was a fire at a house. A couple and their five children died. Within a couple of days, it became apparent that it wasn’t an accident. They say that the father trapped his family into a room and set the house on fire. The mother was pregnant and two of the children were under the age of two. The older children were most certainly old enough to know what was happening to them, old enough to know what their daddy was doing to them.
The story at the time got to me, but seeing those little coffins was just horrible. I can’t even imagine how the rest of their family and friends must be feeling. This type of story used to be unbelieveable in the past. But now it’s happening more and more often. I don’t understand it. I don’t understand what drives a person to hurt their own families like that. There are usually two excuses when a parent murders their child and kills themselves too. One is that the mother was extremely depressed and the other is that the father wanted to hurt the mother or punish her in some way. I’m not saying that’s exactly the reasons, just that it is what people say to try and understand what has happened.
I can’t relate to it at all. I’ve been depressed. I had post natal depression. But I’ve never once considered hurting my babies and I’ve certainly never thought of hurting them to punish their father. It scares me how easily it seems to be happening. Not long ago, this was unheard of, now we’re hearing similar stories a couple of times a year. I just don’t know how things can get so bad. Surely, there has to be some sign that there is something wrong, surely there has to be something that somebody could do to stop it from happening. I hate the thought that there is nothing we can do to stop it. I hate that this is yet another one of those stories that we seem to be hearing more often. There is help out there, people need to use that help when life gets hard or when they find it hard to cope with things. Sorry for the depressing post…I couldn’t get past that story until I talked about it and Mr. Claire wasn’t around to depress so I’m laying it on you lot. 
