When Mom and I first got away from my evil stepfather, we didn’t have anywhere to go. I don’t know if my grandparents didn’t have room for us or if she was too proud to admit that this relationship failed. I do remember her driving us to a busy shopping center, although it was in the middle of the night at this time, and parking her little car.
She pulled out some blankets and told me to hop in the back and go to sleep. I was so glad to be away from him, and to know that we could get through a night safely with no fighting, that I didn’t even argue.
Of course I was worried about the things that you do when you’re twelve-years-old: where we were going to live, that I would have to change schools AGAIN, and that I wouldn’t see my friends anymore, but at the same time I just wanted to feel sale.
Sleeping in a car in an open parking lot was probably not the safest place to be, but it was better than the house of horrors that we lived in on a daily basis.
So here we are again, just me and her starting over again.
I focus on what I was going through as a child, but I know that she was going through a lot as well.
What was she thinking? Another man has beaten and abused me, will I ever get my happily ever after? What do I do with me and this kid and no place to go? I’m sure it wasn’t easy for her either, and she was probably even a little heartbroken. She did love this guy enough to marry him after all.
I guess we’ll start fresh tomorrow, at least we were able to survive it!
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