It Puts The Lotion On It’s Skin

bfae18725f87d1e13b3268b948caa7a9

For those of you who have seen the film ‘The Silence of the Lambs‘, this is exactly how I felt in my relationship with my (ex) husband. Of course, this was after I moved to the US. It was the craziest and most painful  time of my life, but I am very thankful I got out when I did – and with my son.

I hate to imagine my son continuing the Abuse Cycle had I have stayed with his father *Steve.

39db8b2eab0b78ad273f5012aef21cb7_resized_1

Now, he can “place the lotion in the basket” himself because I am free, despite him telling me “Good Luck” on getting away from him on many occasions.

I no longer have to pretend everything is going to be OK.

I no longer have to keep quiet about things which have happened.

I no longer have to hear bullshit about him pretending to suffer from PTSD, so he “doesn’t have to work for the rest of his life”, as well as other lies.

I no longer have to worry from one day to the next as to whether or not Max and I will have a roof over our heads.

I no longer have to sleep in a cold car in the parking lot of a twenty-four hour Walmart in the middle of winter, using the store’s restroom to freshen up.

I no longer have to wear pyjamas walking down the street, whilst he wears new clothes.

I no longer have to hear him tell me I have clothes to wear, which were his hand me down male clothes because he was getting bigger in size by the minute, due to all the junk food he eats.

I no longer have to worry about where my son’s next meal is coming from because his father is too busy filling his own gut, and buying cigars and cigarettes.

I no longer have to watch that ghastly asshole eat whole meals in front of me, whilst I am weak from hunger and abuse.

I no longer have to worry about my son and I freezing to death because we don’t have coats to keep us warm during the winter.

Last, but not least, I no longer have to worry about whether or not I will die at the hands of my (ex) husband, through suffocation with a pillow or strangulation, or be beaten to death with an object or with his bare hands – whilst my son is watching.

Instead, I will be able to watch my son grow into what will hopefully be, a fine young man.

Advertisements

10 thoughts on “It Puts The Lotion On It’s Skin

  1. Heartbreaking to hear of the abuse you have suffered. But, uplifting to read your words of freedom. Well done. Long may it last :]

    Liked by 1 person

      • *Grinning Ferociously*
        Not everyone thinks so, but, fuck ’em…
        I love your unique sense of humor also. I have noted that only SOME of us find the really HONEST stuff as being funny in regard to the mutated versions of humans that you and I, for example, have both been lucky enough to escape from…and I think it’s because the ONLY jokes that are EVER funny are those containing some degree of truth in them…
        Hugs! You’re Awesome.

        Like

      • Aww, thanks! Yes, I’ve noticed that too. But I just leave everyone to their opinion and just get on with it. It’s either I laugh at some of the honest stuff, or I ho crazy. I choose laughing, because I didn’t escape from the crap I endured to go crazy!
        Oh my gosh “mutated versions of humans”. I nearly choked from laughing! Love it!
        Hugs right back at you, and believe me, you’re Awesome too.

        Liked by 1 person

Please feel free to leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s