Long-time friends of mine from Texas reached out to me yesterday. It had been a while since we'd been in touch, so it was really good to hear from them. They had happened to come across my blog, and were of course stunned to read the nightmare that has transpired over the past few months. They felt that my story was fitting for a Hollywood horror movie.
Yep. That's true. A total horror movie. An ultimate nightmare. So I filled in my friends on the gory details of what had transpired to cause me to file an Order of Protection. And as I was emailing them much of what had happened, it felt so incredibly surreal. I read over the email before I sent it, and it seemed so matter of fact. As if I had just written someone else's story. This craziness couldn't have happened to me.
But it did. And somehow I've survived. And I've turned away from it as quickly as possible, shoving it behind me and forging ahead with my life.
So far so good, but there are still times when a painful memory will rear its ugly head and I have to work at it to kill it before I begin to crumble.
The one thing that is so hard to get past is the fact that one human being can be so inhumanely cruel to another. It's so hard to understand. Especially when those human beings are married. But I know that I'll never truly understand the way someone like that thinks.
And am I thankful.