Mom visited often,
but I was only allowed to go once. I remember one morning I had picked out the
prettiest pink dress in my closet. I took it into the kitchen where my mom and uncle
were having coffee and announced that I would be wearing this dress when I visited
Daddy. It was obvious, I intended to go with them to the hospital! I can still
remember the sound of Mom's gasp.
was a place she never thought she would find herself. Thinking of the distance from her
hometown was enough to send her into a spiraling depression. In a place like this
family was the only thing she wanted.
She rarely tells
her tale, mainly because she can't seem to find the right place to start. An abusive
relationship is really just one of the results of an abusive life. To tell her story,
she'd have to start at the beginning of her life, from her first memories, and frankly,
no one has that kind of time. She knows that something will inevitably become lost in
I didn't think
your father was all that sick. He never told me he felt bad, and you know how stubborn
he was about going to the doctor. I should have known but I didn't. I just thought
every day was the same, that nothing was changing. And that night when I was washing
the supper dishes and he asked me to come upstairs and lay down with him didn't
seem any different from any other night.