Lisa...
The story continues to be fabulous, but I have to ask a teeeny, weeeeny, eeeinsy, bitty favor...
HAVE WILLOW KICK SHEILA OUT OF THE HOUSE!!!! OFF OF THE SANCTUARY!!!! FAR FAR AWAY!!!!!
Ahem. Errrrm, right. Got that off my chest.
Now, it's veeeery interesting what is going on with Tara right now. I'm speculating several things. First, I think Sheila's presence isn't helping matters, but I don't think Tara's anger would build like that just because Sheila is on her nerves. I also recall you brought up Tara's childhood, mentioning Willow seeing a facial expression Tara only got when remembering things. Soooo, here's what I'm thinking.
Either Sheila's overbearing, controlling presence is bringing up Tara's memories of her controlling, overbearing, abusive father, which is affecting her ability to function calmly and feel safe.....
OR Tara's anger/annoyance at Sheila is mounting, causing her to be more on edge, causing her to lose her temper more often, causing her to feel overwhelmed with her anger and the task of managing it. If that is the case, knowing Tara, and myself coming from a lousy childhood that I'm consciously trying to not repeat...Tara is aware of her own short tempered-ness of late and it is filling her with self disgust, which is leading to more frustration, escalation. Tara has terrible memories of her father, and I can imagine she would be overcome with guilt, sorrow, self-hatred if for one minute she even looked at herself and saw a reflection of him. Such is life for people with self-esteem/abuse issues, which we cannot forget that Tara is. Naturally, we all know that Tara is nothing like her father and never would be, but in her own mind, maybe she is noting her quick temper, distorting it, and seeing aspects of her father in herself, which is creating panic, anger, and freaking her out.
Hmmmm, psychoanalysis much?
Anyway, just speculating. Knowing you and your fic, there is probably some terrible magick reasoning behind her anger issues at the moment...either way, I'm riding it out. Keep up the good work!
"You're in my blood like holy wine/ You taste so bitter, and so sweet
Darling, I could drink a case of you/ And still be on my feet;
I would still be on my feet." -Joni Mitchell