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He hit her again, but somehow she knew this time would be different. She ran to her car, a storm was brewing. Very fitting.
Her adrenaline was pumping through her veins, blood dripping, sweat from every pore as the snow began to fall. She reached the hospital, the same hospital that believed her when she said she fell off a ladder, never asked how her bones where broken, quietly stitched her up again. This time she calmly said I need a safe place to stay. Her outward calm was hiding a volcano burning in her, ready to explode. She lifted her bruised chin and held it high. She followed a Woman's Advocate through a twisted winding route to a safe house, careful not be followed. After hours of paperwork she was finally left alone. The adrenaline had wore off and every muscle in her body hurt. The shelter gave her a room with a blanket and a thread worn towel. She took a shower to wash away the blood, the shame and the horror of the day, of her life. She left with nothing but the torn bloody clothes she was wearing. She could not put those back on. She walked back to her room in the thread worn towel. Her middle class life was now changed. She had nothing. She knew it would be a long hard road, that it would be so easy to go back to her old life of financial comfort. But she knew she need to feel safe. Tonight she would sleep naked in a strange room. She would cocoon herself in a worn blanket. She knew the only way out was to become the beautiful strong butterfly she was meant to be. Michelle - guest blogger © Carol Mary 2016 Visit www.reunitingcomesfromwithin.com to subscribe
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Martha Reyes Garcia
6/3/2016 12:44:40
My mom went through it for 34 years...until I told her what she was waiting for...to be hospitalized, maimed, or 6 feet under ground. She left him out of town for awhile...and left with everything including the house..and then came to live with us. She use to cry for days in the dark in her room. I told her I could never understand what she was going through but believed that time and her faith would heal her pain. My mom lived happy for several years until her last breath on July of 2012. Even though she went through all that...she never stopped being such a loving mom and friend to me and my brothers. She was my rock. My mom was already a butterfly...she just needed to be reminded.
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Kimberley
6/4/2016 13:26:36
Having experienced this in a similar form with my now ex common law spouse back in my 30's it was the hardest thing to do.. which was leave. It tore me apart emotionally to the point where my life completely was routine, working and coming home to an empty apartment doing nothing but eating bad food, and watching negative stuff on tv. I was void, empty emotionless in all honesty.
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