The Final Round with Michael

Editor’s Note: The following article is an excerpt from my manuscript detailing my own abuse. Please see “My Story of Abuse” under the category link.

Couple Fighting

After getting back home from the expensive vacation, Michael and I continued to drift apart. Joshua seemed quite pleased about it all. He said Mom, “He is such a jerk and totally ruined our vacation.” I couldn’t disagree with him. So, I put the breaks on and Michael began stalking me. I went to class on Wednesday night from 7-10 p.m. for an evening class. I happened to look out the window at break time and there he was standing down by my car. I thought to myself, “Is he going to stand there for an hour and a half waiting on me. And, indeed, he did. Continue reading “The Final Round with Michael”

Disney World

Editor’s Note: The following article is an excerpt from my manuscript detailing my own abuse. Please see “My Story of Abuse” under the category link.

Disney World

After a very long drive, we arrived in Tampa safely and we were all worn out. We went to our rooms to unpack and rest for a while. It was a beautiful, hot day in Tampa and the sun was just starting to go down. Continue reading “Disney World”

Dating Michael

Editor’s Note: The following article is an excerpt from my manuscript detailing my own abuse. Please see “My Story of Abuse” under the category link.

Line Dancers

After six months of dating, Michael confessed to me that he had broken his ex’s back accidentally. Seems they got into physical altercations with each other pretty easily. Michael has a very bad temper and they were arguing. Michael tried to leave to keep from hitting his ex and she jumped onto his back while he was trying to get out the door. There was a staircase as soon as you opened the front door and Michael told me he got ahold of her and tried to set her down on the steps; she stiffened and hit her back on the steps breaking it. Continue reading “Dating Michael”

Moving Forward

Editor’s Note: The following article is an excerpt from my manuscript detailing my own abuse. Please see “My Story of Abuse” under the category link.

College Library

Michael wasted no time calling me when we returned from the conference. We spent some time talking on the phone and getting to know each other. Michael had been divorced for about nine months. He had one son, Jesse and his ex was still being a pain. There were regular fights about Michael’s visitation and what time to pick Jesse up and what time to bring him home. His ex was a beautiful woman but had issues with drugs and alcohol. Continue reading “Moving Forward”

My First Date

Editor’s Note: The following article is an excerpt from my manuscript detailing my own abuse. Please see “My Story of Abuse” under the category link.

First Date

After months of badgering by a friend, I joined a single parents organization believing I would be discussing and receiving suggestions on being a single parent. But, it turned out it was more of a dating group than anything else. This group would have a five-minute meeting and discuss conferences being held around the country, then, they were off to a lounge for drinking and dancing. Continue reading “My First Date”

Can Life Get Worse?

Editor’s Note: The following article is an excerpt from my manuscript detailing my own abuse. Please see “My Story of Abuse” under the category link.

The Storm and Semi

After Broch’s death, his mistresses, no will, my grief, my son’s grief—I was just about at the end of my rope. I was not doing well at all. I spent most nights up crying until dawn, sleeping a couple of hours and starting another wicked day. It got to the point, that Crystal had Joshua more than I did. I couldn’t handle his grief and mine too. I had nothing left in me to try and comfort him with. To this day, I feel guilty over not being able to care for Joshua. Continue reading “Can Life Get Worse?”

The Impact of Broch’s Death

Editor’s Note: The following article is an excerpt from my manuscript detailing my own abuse. Please see “My Story of Abuse” under the category link.

The Storm and Semi

Broch and I were in the process of making out our wills, but they were not finished when he died. Which meant a lot of hassle for me. I attended a court hearing and was granted permission to settle the estate. In the process of doing so, I needed the registration card for our vehicle to have it put into my name. While going through the glove box, I found a card from another woman that worked with Broch. Her name was Sue and I had met her on a couple of occasions. Broch felt badly for her because she was a single parent and a nice person. Continue reading “The Impact of Broch’s Death”

Going Home

Editor’s Note: The following article is an excerpt from my manuscript detailing my own abuse. Please see “My Story of Abuse” under the category link.

I made it back to the cottage where we were staying in one piece. I wanted to scream my guts out, but I knew I’d never stop. I had kids to take care of and a house to pack. I sent both kids to the shower and then told them to start packing their rooms. The fridge was full of food and two expensive bottles of wine Broch’s boss sent with us. I kept fighting back my tears–I knew I had to keep it together for a little while longer. Finally, Broch’s cousins showed up and I did a total meltdown. Continue reading “Going Home”

Footprints in the Sand

Editor’s Note: The following article is an excerpt from my manuscript detailing my own abuse. Please see “My Story of Abuse” under the category link.

Footprints

I got up out of my lounger and raced to the surf in time to see Broch and Elaine being tossed around wildly by the waves. I was yelling at them, but they couldn’t hear me over the crashing waves. I heard Broch yelling for help. I was panic-stricken as I started out into the water to try and help them. They were going farther and farther out to sea. I told Joshua to run to the pier and tell them we needed help. He begged me to stay out of the water. He made it to the pier and back in record time and looked white as a sheet. Continue reading “Footprints in the Sand”

Morning Sunrise

Editor’s Note: The following article is an excerpt from my manuscript detailing my own abuse. Please see “My Story of Abuse” under the category link.

The Storm

We had arrived at Rodanthe on Saturday and had the cottage until the following Saturday. Everything was going okay, but Broch still seemed distant. It was Wednesday and he didn’t act much different towards me than he had. We had spent no real time together doing something on our own; not even dinner. I suggested we get up the next morning and watch the sunrise together. We got up while it was still dark and headed for the beach. Continue reading “Morning Sunrise”