It’s Promote Yourself Monday at the Go Dog Go Café!
Other women get flowers from their lovers.
You bring me
ice packs for my
swollen, ugly face.
I tell them I
fell down the stairs.
But there are no stairs leading anywhere
except
to the Abyss where
love used to live.
You said you wouldn’t
hurt me again.
Other women would leave;
I bought a gun.
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Seems like it would be simpler just to call the police, file charges, and leave.
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So the last line would’ve been, “I called the cops.” Have you ever been in an abusive relationship? Calling the cops can get you killed.
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Thank you, Peter.
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Thanks, Jeff! I did. :-)
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Thank you, Sanaarizvi!
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Thanks, HA. It was kind of scary to write, to put myself in that situation. Yikes!
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Yes, Bjorn. We have to be vigilant and watch for the warning signs. Still, running away means you’re always looking over your shoulder. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Sadly, I have spent too years, living in the Abyss, with one particular family member. Who did everything but sexually rape me. Only by moving away to another part of Ontario, have I escaped his physical presence in my life. And yes, there were times, I wanted to kill him. Especially, on those nights, I am struggling with PTSD flashbacks.
Thank you, for expressing the anger that many abuse victims suppress. I do hope that this has helped you, in your own healing process.
I’m sorry to hear about your time in the Abyss. Therisa. It took guts to leave and I applaud you for that. Thanks for stopping by and take good care!
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Very good!
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