Have you ever been an emotional wreck?
How many times do you have to hurt, in order to turn away from your pain?
She woke up in pain. Blood shot teary eyes squint as the sunlight slightly shines through the blinds. She rolls over and the spot where he lied dented and vacant. She has never been so relieved to be alone. The master bedroom feels like a cage. A cage she is greatful for. Her means of safety, now that he's gone.
But she's haunted by thoughts of the night before. They had a fight last night. Words wrecklessly thrown around striking like lightening. Her relapse:
"Slut get the hell outta my house."
"I have no place else to go."
"You disgrace me, I can't stand to look at you."
"You think it's right for you to bring another woman into our home?"
"You don't like it, you leave."
"You bastard"
He snapped, she was slapped and kicked all over the cold tile.
( Knocks at the door)
She's startled, but lies still. At this time of morning this person could only be a pest. Maybe his mother, or her mother. In any event how could she let anyone see her like this.
She rolled over on her stomach to look in the mirror at the base of their bed. She did not recognize the face that she saw. That woman was old, broken down and unhappy. For sure, that woman couldn't be her. For so many years she depended on him. He treated her well. He promised that her life would be filled with luxuries fit for a queen. For so many years that woman in the mirror was young, vibrant and ecstatic. He made her, therefore he saw fit to break her.
I will probably continue this story but I'm not sure if it will be on my blog. To answer the question how many times do you have to hurt order to turn away from your pain, who knows. Every situation is different, some people never turn away...they die hurting.
Think I should finish this story?
