I worry about what is really happening. Is it me? Am I not lovable? What did I do to cause this? I try therapy with him. To no avail. He lies. Doesn't care. Laughs at my want of common courtesies. No empathy within him.
He pulls my arm. Throws things in my direction when I don't have enough toilet paper in the bath. Rushes at me when the guest room closet is left open. Screams obscenities that feel like darts into my soul when I shop and buy bath bubbles for myself.
Help me. I am falling down, deep, into a dark hole. Who am I. Then a burst of energy rises from my soul. I have to look. What must I do after 15 years? Pretend, just survive, recoil from life's beauty or die? I must walk tall for my kids even though I feel like a glassed over manikin.
I smell the leather as I unzip the bag. God tells me to look inside and accept. Pressed shirts, primped pants, everything looks too perfect. Dear God, hold me as I stare breathless into Hell.
Blog hop # 52 Journey---- This is non-ficton unfortunately about a dear friend of mine.
It's a little uncomfortable on the stoop today, but I care about you and I am willing to listen and love you through your memories and pain.
ReplyDeleteVery well done, I feel the fear, the helplessness and the pain.
♥
Sweet Jo,
DeleteThis is a story of my poor bestie going thru this. I guess I did a good job of sharing the painful journey she is going thru. Please pray or send good vibes her way.
Laura
Wow sis-your words are ripe with pain, sadness and loneliness. Who knew you would go from being the one in the story to one of your best friends now being the main character. She needs all our love.
ReplyDeleteWhat a horrible thing to go through! You described it so well I felt all the emotions within myself as I read. Your friend has my prayers to help her out of this awful situation.
ReplyDeleteKathy
http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com
Whew...close to home, glad that's behind me!
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