12 years later.....
Tragedy means different things to different people I guess. It's hard to put into words what I would do given the chance to see my dad again. He would beat my sister and I pretty regularly. My mom's affair to try and end the marriage resulted in her own beating. The burn marks on my neck from my shirt collar were too much for my mom to take. I would pray at night that my mom's work would burn down so she could come home and stop it... but she never came home. We lived in fear and silence for years until the day that it all ended abrutply. Maybe for the worse or maybe for the better. Just know, as each year goes by, it becomes another life that I am now faintly familiar with. No matter what you do, you can never go back. What is done is done for today and tomorrow is just a shot or a kiss away.
12 years ago tomorrow my life changed. It was shocking, tragic, and front page news. We left our home because "The memories were too much to bear."
12 years ago tomorrow my life changed. It was shocking, tragic, and front page news. We left our home because "The memories were too much to bear."