Welcome To My Blog =)

Sometimes, my life can be really shitty. But sometimes my life can be pretty sweet. I can't promise you that you'll like my blog. My blog is just a way for me to express myself. And I've always loved writing. It's a sort of therapy for me. Hope you enjoy it enough to come back! Thank you for taking the time to read it. =)

Sunday, March 7, 2010

The Abuser

She was only 10 the day her mother got beaten in front of her. They had just gotten back from the hospital because she was sick. Before that, they went to where her Dad was, to get her insurance card. And that's when things started getting bad. The Abuser (her mother's husband) called, and asked where they were, and since her mom answered, "Getting her insurance card from her Dad", The Abuser took it in a wrong way. He was always getting drunk, and yelling for no reason. 
After they picked up the insurance card, her Mom took her to the hospital, because her fever was getting worse by the hour. They got there, and gave the Little Girl a bucket just in case she needed to throw up. The nurses at the hospital said it would be about 6 hours before she's seen, since they were so full. The Abuser showed up at the hospital, drunk as a skunk, angry, and ready to fight. Maybe that's the real reason they left. She will never know. The Abuser went home first, to await her Mom, and surprise her with a beating. After that, they ended up leaving, not even after an hour of waiting. 
Hey, a drunken husband is more important than a sick little girl, right? 
The Abuser was just drinking more, and more. To a point where he started getting violent. He was pissed off because the girl was sick, and they had to get her insurance card from her Dad. He never liked Little Girl's dad. He's just a jealous bastard. They got home, the girl sits on the couch next to her older brother, and the Mom goes into the kitchen. The Abuser was sitting on the couch, pissed off.
He gets up, and says, "Fucking bitch." He then walks to the kitchen, and the Mom turns around, and thats when he hit. They were up against the wall, the Mom pinned by the stove. And he was hitting her ribs constantly, with upper-cuts he learned in Karate. Surprisingly, he didn't hit her face. He was more in for the kill. 
The little girl yells, "[THE ABUSEEERRRR!!!!!!!!]" at the top of her lungs. He doesn't listen. Who does when your fighting, (well more like beating your wife) and your mind totally blanks out?
She runs to her neighbors house, to call the cops, because they didn't have a phone. She didn't know what was happening because she left them alone. Maybe her brother got The Abuser off The Mom? She doesn't know, and never will. 
While the Little Girl is calling the cops, she asks to keep the sirens off so they won't scare him away. They do as their told, and they send an ambulance, as well. The operator tells her not to hang up untill they get there. She does as she's told. Like always. Always a devoted, and loyal daughter. When the police get there, she hangs up, and goes back downstairs to where she lives, and the medic is checking The Mom's vitals, and to see if she has any broken ribs, or to see if she can breathe. They ask if she wants to go to the hospital but she refuses. They never found The Abuser. And The Mom decided not to press charges, either. 
Later on, after the police leave, The Abuser comes back. The Mom tells him to go away, to sleep in the car. He doesn't listen. He's begging for her forgiveness, and she won't give in! He keeps saying, "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" And The Mom gives in, and let's him in. 

Why do woman always give in with these simple words: "I'm sorry. I love you. It'll never happen again."?????

They start talking, and he fesses up that he was hiding between the mail boxes. She forgives him. Just like that.
Forget about the beating, forget about the words, forget about the broken hearts, or what the children saw. He said he's sorry. It's all ok now. NO! 
About a month goes by, and he's drinking again. The Abuser and The Mom get into another heated match. While the children are in the room. The Little Girl couldn't take it anymore, so she yells, "CAN'T YOU GUYS JUST STOP. STOP FIGHTING ALREADY!" They keep it up. Yeah, just ignore the children who witness it all. The Little Girl gets fed up and motions to The Brother to leave the room. They were always together. Best friends. He was always quiet. Keeping to himself, because he's mentally challenged, but oh so smart. And creative, funny, and just fun to be around. 
No beating this time. Later on that night, he's drunk again, and The Mom is sleeping. The children look at this as a perfect opportunity to confront him. They start talking, and Little Girl asks him to promise that he will never hit The Mom again. He says he promises. 
The Little Girl gets a Bible, and says, "Put your hand on the Bible, and promise to never hit her again."
"No. I'm not going to promise that", he says.
He never promised. He never hit The Mom again, because he promised her. But The Mom gave him an ultimatum. He keeps drinking, he's out. He stops drinking. But the verbal, and emotional, and mental abuse keeps on. Maybe not untill months, or years later he lays a hand on -not the mom- but  one of her children. 

Quote of the day:
"She'll continue to smile, no matter how hurt she is."




No comments: