I expected that I would because there have been times when the silliest things get me emotional, but I didn’t.
As I rolled onto the parking lot and observed the familiar scene I wondered how long had the apartment community had that name. It had since changed, but the address remained the same. I saw cars parked in front of the dwelling I once shared with a man who broke more than my nose when he punched me.
I’d hoped the area was condemned somehow…I didn’t want to think that another soul could possibly live comfortably in a place that I’d known only as hell on earth. Then I imagined the place where I live now and wondered had there too been “incidents” that were merely covered up with fresh paint and new carpets. Flashes of the scene remained vivid as I considered parking there. I kept going. I drove further around back surveying the area…attempting to gather if there were any possible way I could have been able to escape it had I just moved faster that night.
There would have been nowhere to hide with a 4 year old and 6 month old in tow. I was trapped and considering the what ifs and maybes are pointless now. Still, I tried to do just that. Minutes later I was in front of the old mail center. That night I had actually considered that place an option. Still it was wide open, but I considered perhaps he was not smart enough to look there because it was in the opposite direction. So I parked again and snapped a picture. Perhaps the dark of night would have covered me and my children then after all. No, how could it have done so? That night started for us before the clock made night evident….Daylight Savings Time worked against us all that evening. Night came too late to hide. Yet, when it arrived finally, that was the time when I longed for daylight…any light. Even the blue lights failed me. Six rings the 2nd call to 911 before bloodshed. Less than 2 miles from the police precinct, yet he arrived before they did. I could be angry with law enforcement and in retrospect, I suppose for a long while I was, but…
Even as I type these words, I still haven’t shed a tear…I’m actually sitting here smiling. And no it’s not because I know that the perpetrator is behind bars. In fact, that was only a recent development and discovery. He was never convicted for my assault. It actually makes my heart ache for his soul. He’s in jail for a separate crime. Aggravated rape and assault. I suppose old habits die hard for some indeed.
I could take this time to cry for the other victims that came after my attack, but I won’t. My run for my life was for my life…so no I did not testify…I disappeared and started over with the clothes on my back…I surmised at the time that I had a right to be selfish with my testimony…God was patient with me.
He allowed me the time to hold my testimony to myself for 12 years…I bled long enough so as He leads…I’ll share…as He prepares I’ll bear…
I have no reason to cry anymore…I’m not wounded…It doesn’t hurt, but not because I’m numb…I haven’t cried because I forgave…
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