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LJI: Take a hike

The scent of coffee is mildly irritating.  I don't want to be awake yet.  If I stay asleep, this isn't happening.

I can't ignore the brush of lips against my forehead.  "Mark's giving me a ride to work.  I left you some walking around money on the dresser.  Why don't you go out for a bit today?  If you feel like it."

I play possum.  He knows I'm awake.  He also knows keeping my eyes closed is the only thing that keeps me from sobbing in these early morning hours when I should be getting the boys ready for school is careful, studied stillness.  Eyes shut.  Don't move a muscle.  Measure every breath.

I wanted to be here.  Just not like this.

I had carved out the life of the damned:  living with my ex husband in his parents' house, so I could be with my children.  Paying the penance for marrying the first man who had fucked me who wasn't my father or his friends.  Paying for fierce motherlove at the price of my sanity.

Paying and paying and paying.

And clinging to the thin silver wolfish strand connecting me to North Carolina.

I didn't even recognize my voice when I said "The boys are going to Bristol with the grandparents for the week. His folks are down in Abingdon with is sister.  I don't want to be alone with him.  Is there any way I can come there?"

I only packed one pair of shoes.  Pink ballet flats.  I was only going for a long weekend.

As he drove me to the Allentown airport, he said "If thee leaves now, thee can never come back."

I rolled my eyes.  Yeah, right.  Who is going to take care of everyone?  Who will hand out meds in the morning?  Who will run the household, buy the groceries, feed the pets, iron your clothes, pack the lunches?

Apparently, not me.

Forbidden to come back, to hug my children one last time.

"Thee wanted this.  Now thee has it."

Every abused woman's dream is to escape.  Every mother's nightmare is to have it at the cost of her children.

He won't hit them.  But every word will turn them against me.

So here I am.

I have my pink ballet flats and a crumpled wad of singles mixed with a five or two.  Guess I should take a walk and see where I am now.

[ETA: my first husband is Quaker, and he and his entire family use plain speech.  I still use it with my youngest, but it is painful to me now]

Comments

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goddessdi
Mar. 1st, 2017 02:17 am (UTC)

You have so much strength. <3

mac_arthur_park
Mar. 1st, 2017 02:49 pm (UTC)
I'm not sure if it is strength or sheer, cussed stubborness. I won't let this life break me. But thank you.
goddessdi
Mar. 1st, 2017 04:47 pm (UTC)

Either way. I've seen less break people completely.

elainegrey
Mar. 1st, 2017 12:36 pm (UTC)
I finish reading, with the sense of having my breath knocked out of me.

Love to you.
mac_arthur_park
Mar. 1st, 2017 02:49 pm (UTC)
Thank you.
spikesgirl58
Mar. 1st, 2017 12:43 pm (UTC)
*hugs* I wish there was something I could do to help.

Edited at 2017-03-01 12:44 pm (UTC)
adoptedwriter
Mar. 1st, 2017 12:43 pm (UTC)
Hugs....Well-told.
kat1031
Mar. 1st, 2017 04:49 pm (UTC)
that was really powerfully written.
corellian_sugar
Mar. 2nd, 2017 01:19 am (UTC)
These LJI posts are so poignant and powerful. I really love them, and you have such a gift with words. <3
penpusher
Mar. 2nd, 2017 01:55 am (UTC)
What a horrific experience and an unconscionable decision. Best wishes for some peace and maybe even some positive resolution.
eyelid
Mar. 2nd, 2017 04:13 am (UTC)

That happened? Did you get the children back?

dimity_blue
Mar. 2nd, 2017 12:58 pm (UTC)
*hugs*
rayaso
Mar. 2nd, 2017 03:52 pm (UTC)
This truly was the life of the damned. You had no choice but to leave. I hope you managed to get your children back.
millysdaughter
Mar. 2nd, 2017 10:23 pm (UTC)
When I was a kid, I honestly thought prayers did not count if you did not use thee and thou
Now, I know better - God speaks to us in our current vernacular, and wants us to do the same when talking to Him.
mamas_minion
Mar. 4th, 2017 02:46 am (UTC)
I hope that you were able to get your kids back. This is a sad situation. Best wishes for you and your children.
eternal_ot
Mar. 4th, 2017 11:56 am (UTC)
*Hugs* It was brave of you to take that step. Hoping that kids will understand when they grow up or meet you someday. Kids are smart that way.
You packed this really well with few words. <3
halfshellvenus
Mar. 6th, 2017 12:01 am (UTC)
It hurts so to read this, and I can't imagine how much to live it.

I'm glad you got out, but what a price. And he cannot have been much of a Quaker, given what you ran from. :(
morettaallstar
Mar. 6th, 2017 10:10 pm (UTC)
<3
my_name_is_jenn
Mar. 7th, 2017 12:57 am (UTC)
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